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Warren hated his name. "Warren" just sounded so blue collar and like a mechanic who'd fix your transmission or something. He was always complaining about his life because he thought he'd been dealt a bad hand. He came from a family of hard-working people, but he was a reader and a thinker. He was one of those kids who kept a diary, but written in a language he'd invented. If his snoopy mom ever found it, she'd have no idea what she was reading. He also drew in a sketchbook he'd been given as a birthday present. Drawings and doodles recorded as much about Warren's life as the words did. His older brothers thought he was a sissy with all his books,drawing and his perfectly neat room. His brothers were all working guys..."real men". One brother worked in construction and the other two drove trucks full of whatever. None of them were ever close. They never talked to each other or hung out. Warren knew something about himself. A private thing. Maybe the whole family knew it even if they didn't know they knew it. His oldest brother once came into his room late, late at night when he though the younger brother was asleep. He only sort of was. Warren felt spongy flesh on his lips as he continued to fake sleep. Yep. His brother had his naked dick on the boy's lips. Then he stopped and masturbated right over the kid's face. Warren soon felt some thick fluid spray on his face and bare shoulders. It happened a few more times that year. Didn't make sense to Warren. His brother had so many girlfriends...didn't they let him do that for him? Maybe not. He knew it was Luke...something about the smell and the 'vibe'. By 1993, Warren was about to graduate from high school. The brothers had all gotten married and moved elsewhere. He knew more things, and hated his stupid life even more intensely. AIDS was in the news. There were men like him dying and protesting and fighting for "rights". Such a mess he'd been born into. Maybe this new President Clinton could fix it all by the time he had to worry about the consequences of being GAY. He'd gotten an academic scholarship to a school in a different state. It wasn't a full ride, but it was close enough that his parents let Warren go. It was one of those "liberal" schools according to the dad. Warren thought that meant they just liked Democrats. He didn't yet know that was another word for "free" and "caring". He'd find out soon enough. That college campus was so different. People of various colors and religions were everywhere. And gays. So many gays. Warren felt like he could finally exhale. At an orientation event, Warren met Orlando. Now, that was a name! Lucky. Orlando was from Cuba and darkly handsome. Not that tall..and not very young for a college student. He was maybe in his 30's already. His lower jaw jutted out just a bit. "Are you a new freshman?" "Yeah. And a hick. This is all new to me." "How many credit hours are you taking?" "Just 14." "Just? That's a lot for your first semester." "I'm on scholarship. You have to take at least 12 hours on academic scholarship." "Yeah. Well, eat your Wheaties. It's gonna be tough." "How many are you taking, Orlando?" "Three. I pay my own way and am slowly trying to get a music degree." Warren stopped being interested at that point. This older guy was like his brothers -- old guy with very small goals. His brothers got excited and bragged about 4 % raises at their shitty jobs. "Nice to meet you, Orlando. I'm gonna go finish unpacking." "What are you doing later tonight? There's a dance at the Union. I'll be there. I'll introduce you to some people." Warren never danced and didn't like people that went to dances, but he probably needed to meet people eventually. "OK. Like around 8 or so?" "Yeah! You have to be 20 to drink beer, but I'll sneak you some." "Cool. Bye." Warren wandered back to the dorm. He'd never had a beer in his life. He knew from watching his brothers that beer made people stupid and made them vomit. No thanks. He wore what he'd worn all day to this dance thing. He wasn't John Travolta and didn't plan on being visible. Or dancing. He liked old Motown hits and thought if there was indeed a "god", she would look like Aretha Franklin. Now... there was just grunge and techno and mindless bimbos who couldn't even really sing. Warren scanned the crowd. Not many kids were dancing...but a lot of them were gathered on the side. Way more guys than girls. No Orlando in sight. He'd stay for five more minutes and then leave. "Hey! You're here! I thought you blew me off." Orlando. "Just got here. What is this all about?" "Here. Finish my beer. I'll introduce you to my friends." That wasn't an answer. He grabbed Warren's hand and led him for what seemed like a mile. And then they were in a pretty dark corner of the 'ballroom' where a group of three guys stood with cups of beer. "Is this a gay dance, Orlando?" "DUH! I thought you knew already. You're gay, right?" "No...well, yeah. But..." "Hey! This is Warren. He just started as a freshman. Share your beer and be nice ... he's pretty shy. I'm going to get another beer...who wants?" Two of them gave the signal for a refill. The third one just drilled his eyes into Warren. A short, stocky Mexican man wearing shorts and sandals.There was energy going back and forth between these two strangers. Warren was out of character when he just walked up to the guy and introduced himself... "Hi. I'm Warren. What's your name?" "I'm Antonio..Tony. Call me either." This guy seemed had seemed so guarded and unfriendly at first, but now his face brightened. Smiling. "good to meet you, Tony." Another good name he would have traded for. "How do you know Orlando?" "I don't, really. We just met earlier today...at that thing in the quad." "And you're gay?" Warren exhaled and just said "yes" with a sense of relief. It had to be said at some point. "It's okay. You're in a safe place, so to speak. Want some of my beer?" Warren couldn't believe he was drinking beer at a gay party. College would be fun. It would change him. "Thanks, Tony. Are you going to dance tonight?" "No. I didn't wear shoes for dancing. Plus I hate this kind of music. I mostly listen to salsa." What? Warren only knew salsa as a dip for chips. He assumed it was a spicy kind of music. Probably Latin. The two of them continued to make idle chat and slowly moved closer together. When Orlando came back with several beers, he glared at Warren like an angry teacher. He took him aside. "Did you kiss him? Did you drink from his cup? What happened?" "No! Of course we didn't kiss. I drank a few sips from his cup, though. Why?" "He's got the AIDS virus. You can't get that from the cup, but I think he has other things too. I've been going to this school for ten years, and over that time I've seen AIDS move in and claim plenty of men. You're new and I'm not comfortable with seeing you start up anything with Tony." Warren couldn't respond. The beer taste in his mouth suddenly turned bitter. He sometimes brushed his teeth so hard that his gums bled. He knew blood was a way for that virus to get in. He had brushed right before he got there. Bad? He liked Orlando's show of concern. But he still felt drawn to Tony. What if he never saw him again? It was a big campus. New thoughts and feelings were hitting his brain like a boxing glove assailing a punching bag. Bam! "I know you probably don't dance, but would you like to go with me for refills? Just stay behind me." Warren followed him to where beer was being served, but didn't linger too close. He tried to be invisible, but was aware that he was being looked at. He and Orlando drank their beers and watched the crowd. "Do you like this music." Warren asked him "Not at all. I like the classical stuff. I hope to someday be a composer. But this is the music most gays like. What do you listen to?" "Old R&B, mostly. I love Aretha Franklin and Marvin Gaye." The conversation came to an abrupt end when dome random friend of Orlando's showed up and begged him to dance. Warren was alone in a crowd of gays. He decided to go back to the corner and look for Tony, but he and the others were gone. Time to go. As he made his way to the exit, he saw Tony dancing. He was maybe a little out of it because he was barefoot. Who the hell went out on the dance floor without shoes? But Warren thought it was kind of cute. Tony wasn't a very good dancer, which was also kind of endearing. Those dark brown eyes caught Warren's. More electricity was exchanged. "Where's Orlando? He didn't leave you alone did he?" He was sweating a lot. Warren saw a drop go down the bridge of Tony's nose and thought to himself "There's AIDS in that drop". AIDS. It was really here and really real. "He's dancing out there somewhere. What happened to your sandals?" Tony looked down at his bare feet and seemed surprised. "Oh shit! I left them somewhere. I'm kind of drunk." "No kidding. I think I am a little too. I've never really drank before." "Let's go. It's too loud in here." He grabbed Warren's wrist and led him out. Somebody at the door asked if they wanted a hand stamp to get back in. Tony ignored them. They enjoyed the luxury of quiet as they got in the elevator. It's funny how much you miss silence after being in a place like that. Warren could still hear some of that last song in his head. "What did Orlando tell you about me. He didn't like us talking -- I know that much." "He didn't say anything about you," Warren lied. "We just talked about music." "Oh. OK. Where do you live?" "It's just across Potter's Park here. Can you walk that far with no shoes on?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm always barefoot...I've got the thickest,most calloused soles you've ever seen." They set off across the park. It was well-lit and there were little blue boxes for calling security if you needed it. At the orientation, they warned people not to pick up these phones out of curiosity...the campus cops would come even if the phone was lifted off the hook. All of this had happened a few years before Warren had arrived, A few muggings and rapes had happened and it was demanded something be done. Warren looked down at Tony's bare feet, padding unprotected on the sidewalk. Warren remembered walking around barefoot as a kid during the Summer. He once stepped on a nail attached to a small piece of wood. It hurt, but he was more surprised than in pain. He limped toward the house with the whole mess still attached to his foot. He'd cried so loud and then had to go get a tetanus shot on top of all that. A cold shudder went through him. One bad childhood memory among many others. "You lied to me", Tony said out of nowhere. "Huh?" "I know Orlando told you everything about me. He tells everybody. He's a resentful person. He's got some good qualities, but his big mouth ticks me off sometimes. You are like this shiny new coin he found on the beach and wanted to show you off." "What do you think he told me?" "I don't THINK. I KNOW he told you I've got HIV. Didn't he? Be honest." "Yeah." Warren felt guilty. "He said you might have other things as well." "Asshole. He doesn't know everything about me. But what surprises me most is that you don't seem afraid. You're here in a dark park with a guy that carries a disease. You didn't even hesitate to leave with me." Warren took stock of the situation. He looked inside of himself and felt no fear or hesitation. He really liked the Latin man keeping him company. It made no sense. His idiot brothers made bad decisions their whole lives. Warren was the smart one. Who says he was making a bad decision?? "Are you sick, physically?" "Nope. Not at all. It's supposedly like a cancer that is ready and waiting to spread. There's drugs out there for it, but I'm hoping for a cure." "Yeah. I've read about all the progress they're making. I think they're even working on a vaccine." "I'm biding my time. Do you have a roommate?" "Not yet. My R.A. told me the guy wasn't coming until a few days after the semester started. He's from some other country somewhere." Tony's mood brightened. "So you're at JSP? That's not a bad dorm...closest one to campus." "There's a 'Dark Side of the Moon' mural on my floor's walls. My brothers listened to that album over and over again. I hated it." "Murals are almost always bad. Ugly. Can I crash at your place tonight?" "Absolutely. You can't really go anywhere else with no shoes." And then Tony reached out and took his hand. Warren had never held hands with anyone but his Mom...when he was very young. Touch was a good thing. Tony's hand was a little smaller than his, but wider and thicker. It felt right. THIS was what romance felt like. What a nice night this was turning out to be. "What's in your head right now?" Warren paused before answering "Nothing but good things." "Stop for a second." They were under the shade of a large willow tree by Potter's Lake. They kissed and Warren felt like he was breaking into a million pieces. This had been a long time coming. Warren had once kissed Liz Brunner at a high school dance. But their lips were closed tight. And it wasn't sexy. Tony's mouth was warm and open...his tongue was inside of the boy's mouth. Exploring and tasting. Warren let go of Tony's hand and reached around to hold him in a hug. He let them wander all over his shoulders and back. He finally dared to go down to touch Tony's ass. It was big and round. And solid. Without stopping the kiss, he pulled Warren's right hand to his crotch. Whoa! It was bigger and harder than the boy could have guessed. He also wasn't wearing underwear. Warren's mom had told him to always wear underwear, clean underwear. They reached a natural stopping point and kept walking. "That was nice. I like you, Tony." "Wow." That's he said as he draped one arm over Warren's shoulders. They walked like that all the way back to the dorm. It wasn't 11 pm yet, so they could go in the rear exit. On the 4th floor, Tony took a few seconds took look at the mural. Triangles with rainbows coming out of them. " You're right. This is pretty bad." Inside the room, Warren became keenly aware of how juvenile it looked. He'd brought goofy toys and memorabilia from home. One of his favorite possessions was a plastic Q-Bert bank he'd been given as a boy. He loved that video game even though he'd never really been that good at it. Of course Tony zeroed in on that. He picked it up and chuckled. "I remember this guy. He's cute. You are so boyish." "What do you mean?" Warren asked. "I meant that in a good way. You held on to that little kid inside." "Oh. Want me to turn on the TV. I don't know any of the channels yet. Choose something for us." Tony clicked on the little TV and scanned what was available. There were UHF channels here, which Warren's home town didn't get. A rerun of "Green Acres" was on. "Nothing on. Let me find something on your stereo." Suddenly Warren that his musical tastes would seem as silly as the plastic Q-Bert. But Tony was tuning the FM dial to a Latin station. Mexican music. The men who had worked on his parents' roof listened to this music all fucking day long. He wasn't really a fan...it sounded like a carnival to him. Aretha could kick all their asses. The little, barefoot Latin man started dancing just a few feet away from where Warren sat on his bed. It was sexy to watch. This guy who knew how to move his body. He took off his t=shirt and left it on the floor.If Tony forgot to take that shirt, he'd steal it and keep it forever. He had a broad hairy chest that was a little flabby. Not bad, just hefty. A thin trail went down his gut and into his shorts. Warren's dad and brothers were pretty hairy, but not him. He was like a newborn. Tony danced to a few songs and Warren wondered if he'd do a striptease. !!! His eyes were like an eagle's as he watched. "OK. I know this isn't your style. Put on something you like." This felt like a test to Warren. He wanted to play something they'd both like, but also a song that would continue the mood. Al Greene! Yes! "Let's Stay Together" was one of the best songs ever recorded. As soon as it started, Tony closed his eyes "Ah, yes. I know this. Dance with me." What? Well...He wanted to, but this was more of a listening song than a dancing song. OK. That hairy torso was pretty hard to resist. Tony removed Warren's shirt and pressed his body to his. Warren remembered slow-dancing with Liz Brunner to "True Colors" way back in the day. It was so tedious, but this wasn't. He held Tony's body to his and swayed a bit. Slow dancing never made sense until now. They resumed kissing as Tony reached over and turned out the light. Dancing in the dark with this perfect man. Yes! This kiss was different than the one n the park. It was deeper and more energetic...more meaningful. As the song was ending, Tony moved his mouth to Warren's right ear. "Want to fuck?" Fuck? Sex? "Yes." "Take off you pants. Take off everything and get into your bed." So he did as he was told. In the dark with only some streetlights coming in the window. "I...I don't know to do anything, Tony." "I'll teach you a few things. Want me to shower? I'm pretty sweaty and I'm sure my feet are filthy. Got a towel?" " Forget all that and just come here." Tony joined Warren under the cool sheets and soon climbed on top of him. "Am I too heavy?" "Not at all" "Do I smell?" "Yeah...but in a good way." "You'll belong to me pretty soon. Can you handle that? Handle me?" "Oh YES!" "That was your consent, Warren. You might not like this at first." "OK" Then the man on top of him suddenly got heavier as he worked himself down and spread the guy's legs with his hips. Tony knew this was a virgin and it would take a little work. He aimed his hard prick just right and let the tip kiss Warren's ass. "Yeah!!!" "That was the easy part. I should have had you blow me first. Spit would help this." But the oral time had passed. He had to fuck this kid. The head found the spot and moved in. He was IN! "NO! WAIT! I CAN"T" "Just get used to it a little. Relax. Push your ass muscles out a little. It's going to feel better." But Warren continued to protest. Loudly. Warren 's brain was over the rainbow somewhere. He thought of stepping on a nail -- only now the nail was puncturing him in a different place. Tony moved in a little further...and further. He scanned Warren's face, waiting for his grimace to turn into a smile. Oh god! An HIV man had his dick inside of him...and damn if it didn't seem perfect. "I'm fine. Fuck me. Cum in me." "Whatever you say..." The smaller man had a body made to fuck ass. His hips were strong and instinctive. Warren looked like he was in some glorious place, based on the expression on his shadowed face. "Shit! I'm gonna come! You can't change anything at this point! UGH! Here!!!" Warren felt the man release his seed deep inside of him. Perfect. So perfect. They napped a little...and then fucked again. It was morning when they woke up. Very early. The sun was creeping in to find two poz men wrapped in each other's arms. "I can drive you home, Tony. Where do you live?" "On Ohio Street. With my Mom. She'll make us breakfast." "Sounds great." They walked out into the morning light, holding hands.

It was my last day on Maui. My wife and kids took an earlier flight home and I was alone at the resort. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone at the resort or nearby to fuck my ass. I was contacted by a very thin, AIDS wasted looking guy but he wasn't nearby. He said he was undetectable. He was, however, near the airport. So I took an Uber to his place and he took me to his barn where he had a sling set up. We spent the next hour fucking each other in the sling. Time was running out so i fucked him hard and bred his ass. Then I was mounted back in the sling and he pounded me hard before flooding my ass with his big poz load. It was a nice parting gift from the island and I took it home on the plane.

Part 10 On Matt's way to the hotel he gave James a ride to his dorm. As they pulled up Matt caught sight of a hunk of a stud walking out of the building. Matt simply asked, "DAMN! Who is the stud leaving your dorm?" Matt answered him, "You mean that repressed, closet fag?" Matt only shook his head allowing James to continue telling him about the guy who was a stuck up, condom nazi who always looking for an ass to fuck and was very particular about the guys. Matt asked James what he mean and James let him know that he only wanted straight acting bottom guys. Matt told James how much he'd like to bring this fucker down to earth by getting him high as fuck and then fucking him raw until his ass was dripping with poz cum. James let Matt know that there was a dorm party the coming weekend and maybe they could make it happen. James add, "I think you'd definitely be his type." The two quickly kissed and James hopped out before Matt drove off. Matt made a few phone calls on his way to the hotel to finalize plans for Luke's transformation. He arrived just before Steve arrive with a naked Luke in tow. Once inside Luke's new room Matt knew the next phase of Luke's training was going to involve teaching the boy to suck cock. Matt stripped down and climbed on the bed resting against the headboard as Steve directed Luke to get between Matt's legs and listen to everything he was told to do or else. This was the first time a cock was to enter Luke's mouth. Matt started off easy as Luke only sucked him hard. As Matt's cock grew so did Luke's ability. Although he couldn't take the entire length in his mouth it was a good start as Matt had him focusing on the pleasure he was giving. Soon there was a knock at the door and in came a man with portable laser hair removal machine. The plan was to permanently eliminate what little hair Luke had on his body. After a good session the guy that had come in with the machine told Steve and Matt to call him immediately if they see any hair growing back. Steve left with this man leaving Matt to continue Luke's 'oral training'. The boy had a ways to go before he'd be ready to meet and client Steve had for him. Matt made sure to coach Luke as he guided him further down on his cock. The plan was to destroy the boy's gag reflex and get him used to swallowing a guy's load. Matt could tell that the drugs were starting to ware off as Luke became a little more coherent to his situation. As Luke became aware of what he had done and was doing he also felt the need for more chems. Sure enough he paused to let Matt know he needed a slam. Matt promised "You'll get your slam after you finish sucking me off and swallow my cum." With how desperate Luke was for his slam he went back to sucking Matt's cock and with following Matt's direction he was about to get his first taste of cum. Matt was going to be sure that Luke didn't pull off as he grabbed the boy's head between his two hands just as he began to fill Luke's mouth with about a table spoon worth of cum.

Well the weekend is already off to a fantastic start! Just finished a hot three-way with two guys who have bred me individually before. Tonight they shared me and even double penetrated me. both are gym guys: one is a very hot 20 year old HIV positive sales guy at Gold's Gym, and the other is a GQ looking bicyclist who works in marketing. They went to town and used me like the piece of meat I am. And I tasted every square inch of their hot bodies in the process.

FS PART 9 Stinger pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular back. I watched as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. He turned his head giving me an evil grin as he did. I could hear the buttons pop as he pulled the jeans apart. His hands gripped the sides of the jeans waist band and pushed them down. As he bent down to push his jeans further down his legs and exposing his firm ass to me, Dr Clown’s chest was exposed to me. It looked even more massive than it did inside his lab coat. The doctor had his hands on his hips. His belly was pushed out, looking more like a roid gut than a six pack. His biceps flexed as he watched me. He was giving me a little show. I wanted to see what was below his waist, but Stinger was still blocking my view. I was enjoying looking at his ass, was so inviting. “You looking at my ass, faggot?” He asked I was a little afraid to ask. I just watched as he stepped out of his jeans. He tossed them aside and reached back, gripping his ass check spreading them open. “It's a lickable pucker, huh cum dump,” Stinger said. I never answered, just continued my staring. “Cock got your tongue” he teased. He twisted around, still blocking my view of the naked doctor. I could see that damn scorpion tattoo that was burned into my memory. He slapped his hard cock bringing my attention to his crotch. It was really the first time I got a good look at his cock and balls. He was hairless. I couldn't remember if it was like that when he fucked me or was it new. “You remember this cock, don't you” he said, “it gave you your hole the first taste of venomous seed.” I did remember it, but I was focused on the doctor. “Move, you twisted fucking asshole” I screamed at him “Touchy touchy. Can we give him something Doc?” Then it happened. He moved. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. Between the doctors massive thighs was his huge fucking cock. It was so massive and adding to that mass was a metal cock ring. His cock was over a foot long and as thick as my forearm. His cock head was bigger than an apple, and was so engorged that it was almost purple. Hell, the whole massive cock was purple. The cock ring must have been causing him pain from being so tight, but his face was not showing it. “Gonna create a new freak!” Stinger said. The doctor walked forward, his cock bouncing as it pointed the way. He picked his enormous cock up as he got closer to my ass, allowing him to move all the way up to me, pressing his body against me. He let go and his cock dropped hard and fast down onto my balls. The pain was intense. I tightly closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from crying out from the pain. “Brave fucker!” Stinger said The doctor moved back, dragging his cock down my stomach and across my cocks and balls, leaving a trail of dick snot. “Spit on that hole” The doctor said to Stinger. “More fun dry,” Stinger said, “more pain” “Spit” Stinger moved to my ass and dropped to his knees. He slapped my ass twice and laughed. “Wanted it warm for you, doc” He started to loudly clear his throat, bringing up some deep spit. My hole puckered as it felt the warm spit hit it. Stinger looked up over my balls and smiled. He stood and moved away. “Remind me Stinger, I need to give you something to turn that green spit back to clear,” the doctor said. Stinger broke out in a loud laugh. I felt the doctor’s cock head rub against my hole. He had grabbed his cock around the base and began to move his cock head around my hole, spreading out Stinger’s green spit. I began to sweat more, was it from the fever or the fact that I was scared of the pain that his cock was going to bring. “Scream as loud as you want. No one will hear you” Stinger said as the doctor nodded in agreement. “Well, no one outside this office suite” the doctor added. Fuck, they just hinted there were more people here. My mind wondered if they would come help me. I was about to find out. The doctor suddenly pushed against my hole, but it resisted. Stinger grabbed my nut sac and squeezed hard. Pain shot through my body. His grip tightened. The doctor pushed harder this time, my hole opened and he forced his whole cock deep into my ass. The pain was the worse I had ever experienced, it took my mind off my balls. “Works every time Doc” Stinger said proudly. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and roll down my face as I let out the loudest blood curdling scream. My breathing was erratic, very shallow, but there was still enough for a second scream. “He's gonna pass out,” Doc said, “get the salts” I don't remember anything after that, everything went black. Then I was awake again. Pain was still shooting through my body as the doctor pulled his massive cock completely out only to slam it back in balls deep. Each time my pain reacted violently by trying to escape the restraints, screaming. The fuck flu aches were over powered by the pain coming from my hole as it was forcibly fucked. Sweat poured off my body, soaking my hair and dropping from me onto the exam table. If anyone was in the office suite with us, no one came running to my rescue, as the doctor slam fucked me over and over. Stinger was standing next to my hips, his eyes locked on my hole and the doctor’s massive weapon as he slowly stroke his cock. Somewhere in the office music started to get louder, my guess it was to drown out my screams of pain. The doctor’s hands grabbed my hips as he slammed harder and harder. The metal Cock ring pressed against my lower back, sending more pain through my body. Each time he slammed in the pain became less and less intense, but never went away. “Going to get patient zeros strain here and now,” Stinger said, “he's the one who pozzes all of us carnies” “Fucking right,” the doctor said. His nut sac swung back and forth as he fucked me, it banged against the metal table as he drove his cock into my hole. His cock seemed to thicken and harden each time he plunged deep into my hole. “Let me coat your fuck stick Doc” Stinger said, moving back towards the doctor. The doctor pulled completely out of my hole, leaving me empty and gaping. I lifted my head off the exam table to watch Stinger jacking his cock, now faster and aiming his head towards the shaft of the doctor's purple monster. It was so hard it pointed straight out with out any hands to keep it there. “Here is comes” Stringer’s cock erupted, cum shot all over the engorged cock. His load was thick. It was the first time I saw the seed that was the first to infect my negative hole. It was the load the changed my DNA and my mind. As fast as Stinger’s cum stopped pumping out of his piss slit, the doctor slammed his cock back into my hole and started to fuck me again, same as before. Stinger was squeezing his cock as he slowly moved his fingers from the base to the head, milking out what ever cum was still in his pisser. He wiped the cum oozing out of his head on the fingers of his free hand. He put those fingers into his mouth and sucked them with an evil grin on his face. “Mmmm tasty” he said laughing. I watched his cock slowly go soft and go from sticking straight out to hanging over his balls. There was a drop of cum hanging from his head and slowly moving down towards the floor. The doctor was still raping my hole. He had stopped taking his cock completely out of my hole and was teasing the head on my stretched out hole, then driving in. “Working up a huge toxic load of venom for you” Stinger moved behind him and reached around his massive chest, grabbing his nipples. I watched his fingers work them, pinching them, pulling them, and then twisting them roughly. The doctor's breathing became quicker. “Good Stinger, always knows how to get me to shoot” He pumped for a few more seconds and then slammed into me balls deep. His cock pulsed and twitched allowing me to feel the load of cum that was being shot into me. He pushed in harder with each shot, even though there was no way he could get in any more. His cock slowly stopped shooting, but he just stood there, still deep inside my hole. “That will help with your conversion” he said. “What about the flu, will you help me with that.” I asked. “Nothing will help that, got to let it run its course or every load you had shot in you will have been a waste.” He replied. “Stupid fucker, we don't want anything to stop your conversion, you gonna be the next freak and our star attraction” Stinger said laughing. The doctor then pulled out. I could feel my hole remain open as his cock fell from my ass. He moved towards my head. When he was standing next to me, I turned to see the ugly monster hanging from his body, it was covered with a pink slime. I put his hand behind my head and pulled my head closer to the edge of the table. “Open wide, mother fucker, time for that hole to be stretched wide open like your other one” Stinger said laughing. It was then I realized tears were running down my face not sweat.

I typed out the rest of my night last week, hit the wrong button and it all disappeared. Damn! Okay, so here I go again and hopefully won't screw it up again. So I am in the sling with a towel over my eyes waiting for some anonymous action. I am almost asleep again when I feel a cock at my hole. I go to take a hit of poppers and before I can get the cap off the guy at my ass grabs them. I hear him take a hit then he hands them to someone else. This guy gives me a go at the little brown bottle then I feel a meaty thwack on my face. He must be tall because his crotch is right in my face. I go to work on his cock. Its nice, about 7 inches cut, very tasty. The other guy is working his cock into my hole. He's got a fat one and he takes his time, more for his own enjoyment I think than for my comfort. Even with my pre-stretched cummy hole he is a tight fit. I can hear the guys making out over top of me interspersed with frequent hits from the poppers. I am having a great time. The guy in my ass asks his friend if he wants a go at my hole. He says he can wait, to go ahead and load me up. A minute later I am taking a frantic fucking and I know he is about to blow. He cums hard, slaps my ass and is gone. My ass is not empty for long. My blow buddy immediately rams into me hard. It literally takes my breath away but he doesn't wait for me to catch up. He starts pounding hard. I am still flying from all the poppers I've been inhaling. He slows to take a big hit then leans in and presses his lips to mine. He breathes out filling my lungs with his poppery air. We do that for several breaths getting dizzy with poppers and a diminishing oxygen supply. Finally he breaks away. With a long low moan he fills my ass with his seed. One quick final kiss and he is gone. Two more guys fuck me in the sling. They were quick pump and dumps. I still had the towel over my face so I never saw a thing. Needing to stretch my legs I got down and walked over to one of the mattresses on the floor. Before long the counter guy was back. He lay down on top of me fully clothed. He asked me my tally and I told him. He said he had been telling guys I was here waiting to get fucked. Wasn't that nice of him. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. Then he told me he had a couple of friends stopping by and if I wanted more cock all I had to do was stay where I was. He would be getting off in another hour and he would fuck another load into me. I happily agreed to it all. He began kissing my neck and dry humping me. His phone went off and he answered it. It was his friends, they were at the door. "Five minutes", he told me, "and you will have all the cock you can handle." I think it was less than five minutes. They must have broke some sort of strip record because I swear it was only a couple of minutes later and I was being manhandled by two beefy tops. It was very exciting and a little scary. I have never been so dominated by two men in all my years of barebacking. They were two hard fuckers and lucky for me their cocks were not too big for me. I'd say about a 6 and 8 incher. The bigger one was the top end of what I could handle the way they were fucking my ass and face. I was like some sort of poseable doll to them. They pushed and pulled me into all sorts of positions. All the while telling me what a good cocksucker or cum whore I was. Then they told me they wanted to cum in my ass at the same time. A DP! I had only been double-fucked once before in a motel room in Pensacola. It was fun but intense and I could not do it for very long. There was no way I was going to try and refuse these guys. I am not sure they would have listened. The guy with the shorter cock was already in my ass so he lay on his back with me sitting on him. He handed me the poppers and I inhaled deeply. Then he pulled me to him pushing his tongue into my mouth as the other guy pushed his manhood up my ass. My head was spinning from all the sensations but in a really good way. All three of us were sweating like crazy. The guy beneath me was pretty hairy and I was getting off rubbing myself against his fur. I squirmed in between them begging for their loads. With a growl, like they had rehearsed it, they both shot their semen into me. I collapsed thinking I was done but they stayed put. The guy below me whispered in my ear that his friend was always good for a second load. Sure enough after he caught his breath he began pumping again. I was a getting a bit uncomfortable at this point but what could I do. I gritted my teeth and took the fucking. It seemed to go on forever. It was such a relief when he finally let out a long low moan and blew his load. This time they both pulled out and then we lay together trading leisurely kisses and caresses. Once they left I was ready to go to but I promised I'd let the counter guy fuck me again. I stayed put. I didn't mean to get more loads but of course I was laying there ass up smelling of cum. A top climbed on me before I realized he was even in the room. I was worn out but damn I love it when tops help themselves like that. The counter guy showed up before he came so they started trading places all the while talking about what a good cum dump I was. They were talking like I was not even there. Just using my hole to get their nut. My cock was hard as ever. I took their loads and was glad for them. I practically had to crawl back to my room. It felt great falling asleep exhausted from fucking and filled up from all those beautiful cocks. This is just one of the many hundreds of night I have spent in bathhouses around the country. I love to hear about bathhouse fucking so if you have some encounters you want to write about I would love to hear them.

I had just been diagnosed HIV poz and learned my viral load was excessive. Anyone taking an unprotected load was sure to be converted. I was 51 and had a few younger lads with whom I regularly played, lads who were into Daddies. One of the lads was a a fairly shy somewhat nerdy dark haired slight lad who went by the nickname of 'Tiger'. At least that's the nickname he shared with me. We had been playing games for about a year or so, and had always barebacked. He was good at triggering my buttons and, as a consequence, he always went home with more than one load inserted deep in his guts. I hadn't told him yet about the issue about status as I had gotten the results only a couple of days before our next session. Thinking it over, I decided it was best to give Tiger the news face-to-face. I also picked-up some condoms - just in case he still wanted to get fucked. When he walked in the door I gave him a hug, explaining we needed to chat. With that I got the two of us a drink, led him into my bedroom, and taking him into my arms I began saying "Well Tiger, things are gonna be a bit different today and for a while. 'Cause I just leaned I'm HIV poz. It's okay," I added, continuing "I'm fine, I don't need counselling or hugs. To be honest, I'm somewhat surprised I went this long before seroconverting." Tiger made to comment, but I cut him off saying "Anyway, Tiger, here are some condoms. That's the change in the way we go at it, at least for now. My viral load is quite high, so we must take precautions to stay safe, especially because you're so much younger than me." When I paused in my announcement Tiger responded "Look, I barebacked you for a year. I'm not gonna stop now just because of this." "No, Tiger, come on, this is serious business. I don't wanna be responsible for having converted you. Be sensible." Giving me a snog, and tweaking my nipples, he easily got my cock hard and eager to play. I tried to get control of the situation by saying "Hey now, we've gotta agree: no bareback play." "Fuck off," he responded, adding "I decide whether or not I bareback, not you. It isn't your decision. If I wanna side down this diseased a toxic pole - well, that's my choice." "That's not fair to me, Tiger. I couldn't live with myself, knowing I had converted you. Again he snogged me, stuffing his tongue into my mouth and giving my nipples a twist. That is the most expedient way of getting (and keeping) me rock hard and burning with lust. Grabbing my cock, he spat in his hand, lubbed my cock and his ass, and, straddling my cock with his brown eye, he pushed his bum onto my unprotected toxic pole, admonishing "Remember, it's my choice and I want to climb on board for a hot fuck. I want to to ride you - and deep." Before I could react to his declaration he had slid all the way down my poke, and even if I was inclined to protest I could see the determination, lust, passion and sleaze which had combined in his decision. Admittedly my resistance was melting fast as I also found myself overcome with lust, particularly when I experienced the animalistic ferocity with which he slammed his ass down on my cock, his perverted tunnel enveloping my entire cock. Grabbing nearby poppers, Tiger huffed deeply, and then thrust the bottle under my nostril. "Okay, okay," I replied, "but promise to get off my cock before I cum, please," I grunted. Staring at my face intensely, Tiger answered "Okay, I'll try." Inwardly I sighed, thinking perhaps he would come to his senses. But I didn't have much time to dwell on what was, ultimately, Tiger's decision as just then he doubled, if not tripled the energy he was expending in riding my cock, shouting as he did so "You sleazy slut!" adding all manner of obscenities with each furious downward thrust. Nor did he neglect my tits in roughing them up even more fiercely than earlier, which, of course, brought me to the cusp of blowing my toxic load. "Hey Tiger, it's time, get off me, I'm gettin' close," I managed to warn. Tiger, however, only replied "Give me your toxic load, Daddy. Fuck your boy." "Come on, Tiger, you said you'd get off," I grunted, even as I had now joined in pounding his ass. "Okay, okay," he responded, making a move that led me to think he was about to dismount my cock, only to find, to my utter horror and complete startlement, to find he slammed back down on my shaft, sliding all the way down to my balls, simultaneously twisting my nipples, squeezing them hard as he gave me full on eye contact as he snarled at me "I want that fuckin' poz cum, Daddy! I want your toxic load. Holy fuck, give it to me now!" With that he squeezed my shaft with his ass muscles, and held me in position as he verbally demanded I give him my load. Naturally, at a certain point a man just can't be expected to hold off, so I didn't. I accepted the fact that Tiger was a cum whole, a bug chaser, and I should give him what he demanded of me so I let loose and flooded his hole with my toxic load, emptying an unbelievably large load of cum into his hole. As we came down from the orgasm Tiger grunted "Fuck condoms. I want your poz cum and that of all the other hot poz fuckers I can find. I want your disease. I want your AIDS."

The day five different guys dropped loads in me. I woke up that morning feeling horny as all get out. It was one of those morning at WVU that don't happen to often: sunny and warm in the morning. It is almost always gray in this small college town, so naturally a bright and sunny early morning left me hopeful of getting laid as I hadn't gotten any in several days, and I was in the mood to fuck and started looking for someone to take my load. Being in a college town, there was always someone around that wanted to get fucked or fuck. I pulled out the cell and started texting my ex's and a few fuck buddies to see if anyone was up and wanted a fuck. As it was 7:00 AM, and all the fuck buds were also in college, I wasn't all that surprised no one responded to my invitation. So I got a shower, put some sweats, a T-shirt on and hit campus for my first class, waiting to see if I would get a reply from someone. About 10:00 AM I got a reply from an ex saying he was in the mood but wanted to give rather than receive. At this point, I didn't care how I was going to get my nuts off so I told him to meet me at my place in 30 minutes. On the way to the house, my cell dinged again. It was a fuck buddy from one of my classes wanting to know when I was free. I told him to give me an hour or so, I would be free and able to fuck. I got to the house and Dan (the ex) was there already. Dan is a little stud, 5'9" 160 with a 30 inch waist and a killer, seven inch cock which was much thicker then a red bull can and, he can fuck hard. We always had/have great sex, just couldn't get along as a couple. After a quick kiss at the door, we headed inside the house to have some fun. As soon as we were inside, Dan pushed me to my knees, fished his cock out of his shorts and said "Suck." Dan is an arrogant SOB. I think that is why we couldn't make it as a couple. Just as I was about to go down on him, Dan commented "You better get it wet 'cause I'm not gonna use much lube." Danny boy liked it more on the dry side. I remember once he remarked he liked to feel the ass lips grabbing his cock as he slides in and pulls out. Neediness to say, I licked, sucked and swallowed his cock as much as I could in the little amount of time that he was giving me to get it wet. When he was ready, Danny pulled a little pack of lube out and showed me how much he was going to use, which was not much, but I was horny as hell and he could have taken me dry and I wouldn't have cared. He turned me around and pulled my shorts down, just below my ass, ran a lubed finger over my crack and started pushing his cock in. It had just enough slickness to start to slide in. As he is sliding in to me, he is spitting on my ass and his cock. He is taking it slow and is about half way in when he just grabs my hips hard and pulls me back into him as he thrust his hips forward. Borrowing the last few inches into me. As his balls hit my ass, he pulls back out till the head is just inside. Then starts to slide back into me again. He gets to half way in and slams into me again. When I awoke that morning I decided I wanted to top that day, but now that I was bottoming, it seemed as if that was clearly a hell of a lot better option then topping. Danny set his pace, three to four inches in and out, rutting my ass, occasionally commenting he was happy that I had gotten hold of him, that he had not fucked bare since the last time he drained his nuts in me. After 10 mins at that pace, he switched to a long dicking, pulling out to the point that his head was just left in and then driving to the base. Slow out to the tip and pound it back to the base, Danny was always good at the slam it back in, he had strong hands and a set of hips that were made for fucking. He would slam his cock into me as hard as he could and just hold it there for a few seconds, then slowly pull it back out and repeat, repeat, repeat. This went on for ten to fifteen minutes, only for Danny to pick-up the pace, and as I expected, he grunted "I'm getting close." That its about time for the slut to get its load, all I can was to say "Yeah, yeah, give me it." With one last slam in, he holds my hips as he unloaded into my ass, remarking "You're a good bitch and take it well as he withdrew. Getting to his feet, and pulling-up his shorts, he murmured "I've gotta run or I'll be late for class," adding "I'm sorry to don't have the time to stay and get you off." "That's okay, I replied, not telling him I had scheduled myself to meet a fuck buddy that same morning.

I attended my first CumUnion a couple of months ago in Vegas. And let me say it was amazing. I was very nervous and excited so I arrived somewhat early. Not surprisingly at that point in time there weren't too many guys in attendance, so for the most part (initially) I just wandered around, watching the club fill-up, and as I hoped, after a bit of time had passed the management opened the back room, which, when I checked it out, I knew was my kind of spot. In the middle of the room against a wall was a platform stairs that had bedding on it. Leading up to this point I has been too nervous to actually do anything, but as I walked up to the platform a pair of hands grabbed me and bent me over the platform from behind. I never really saw who it was but I am thankful to him. The unknown man slid my towel off my ass, and caressed my cheeks. Somewhat flustered I was about to say something when a bottle or poppers was thrust under my nose. Breathing in deep my head went fuzzy and I ended up just laying in the platform with this stranger behind me groping my ass. "Good boy, here we go," the stranger whispered into my ear as I also heard him spit on my ass and I feel his dick rubbing on my hole. A small moan escapes from my mouth. Mercifully he made me take several deep hits of poppers before he added some additional spit to my hole and thrust into my ass. At first it was quite painful, so naturally I bucked, trying to get up, but he dropped all his weight on my back, holding me still as he pumped slowly in and out of my ass, wordlessly growling his approval. My ass finally opens up and he goes faster, and before I know it I was moaning and screaming like a whore. "Oh, yeah, boy, take my dick! Take my fucking load," he grunted just as I felt him thrust deep before pulling out. Laying on the platform still before I can even move another dick enters my hole. Some other guy who I can't see has started fucking me next. An older gentleman starts playing with my dick as the other guy fucked me, whispering "Get ready boy. You have 's' line forming behind you all ready to breed that ass." I whimpered in response as the second guy continued to fuck me faster and faster, shouting just as he added his load to my ass. Once again as soon as he pulls out another dick is in my ass. That night I lost count of how many guys fucked me and how many loads I had. I could barely walk and cum was dripping out my hole. One of the best experiences I have ever had. Can't wait to do it again.

I'm supposed to be a straight guy, but my GF just doesn't want to fuck anymore. I'm getting more into gay sex and increasingly dirty wank habits. I've been sucking dicks and rimming etc.. for ages, but I've found I like being degraded, as you'll read below. Lately I've taken to going to the floor below at work and going into a cubicle. That floor is pretty quiet, so I can have a nice long wank uninterrupted. I started getting dirty and fantasizing about being pissed on, and, whilst naked on my knees, have taken to licking the cubicle toilet seat. This has advanced to cleaning under the seat and around the bowl with my tongue. Then the side of the toilet and the floor. Today I went one stop further. I was feeling bold. So I stood by the wall-mounted porcelain urinals and began wanking. Not naked - I'm not that bold as of yet. At first I began using my finger to wipe along the edge and then taste it, and found it tasted delicious. I had never been so turned on. Without hesitation I dropped to my knees, stuck my head into the urinal and licked up everything I could, all the the piss that was coating the porcelain. It was so good - and depraved. I couldn't help myself, and, within seconds, shot my cum on the floor. Usually once I cum, I'm done. Not this time. I dropped down and licked up my cum. Oh my god - it was the best. I kept it in my mouth and went into the cubicle and had another wank right away. I spat all the spit and cum out into my hand and used it to slowly finger my arse using two fingers as I'm rather tight. Licking my fingers, oh my god, I was in heaven. This was the first time I had ever tasted the combination of my arse and cum. It was amazing, definitely much hotter than pussy. My fingers came out of hole slightly dirty, if you know what I mean, which somehow made the experience even hotter. So dirty and exciting. It's an amazing feeling. I need to eat cum direct from someone's arse. I think I'm a bottom - I need to be fucked, wish I could eat cum direct from my own arse, LOL. Maybe I need to play with another bottom and a top.

I've really never cared for 'the money shot'. Just a waste of cum, even if it is just a squirt or two before shoving back in. The hottest videos I've seen had great close-ups of the tops cock and balls, and you could see the balls jump and his cock pulsing as he unloaded shot after shot and you just know that the bottom is getting flooded. That really got me hot, but maybe it's just me.

Sounds like it's just not the right choice for you emotionally xxww. I was just in a six-year open relationship that ended -- ultimately what did us in was less the open part, and more the long-distance situation we found ourselves in. When we were together in one place for four years, the open relationship was almost never an issue. We played apart and together, very frequently just the two of us but sometimes in three-ways or with other couples, one or two bathhouse excursions, etc. The only time openness was ever a problem during that time was a moment early in the relationship, when he concealed the fact that he was hooking up with someone from me on a night when I needed him, emotionally. I made it very clear that wasn't acceptable, and it never happened again. Ultimately we found ourselves living long-distance for an extended period -- two years -- and in that case, our openness DID lead to problems, because after a year or so I developed feelings for a hookup buddy. I told him about it, and told him that it could be serious, but he was unconcerned about it. I broke off the sexual relationship with this person, but remained friends; however, over time, i wanted more and more to be with him. It ultimately didn't pan out, but it did do damage. And even several months after all of that, when my partner still wasn't able to make the move out to where I live now (couldn't find appropriate work), we split, unable to keep it together anymore. Honestly, I see the problem much more as that of a long-distance relationship than an open one, because even through any feelings of jealousy, we were able to get through it by reasserting each other as our first concern. In an open relationship, your partner is THE most important person emotionally, and "logistically" as well (practical day-to-day life-partner stuff). And they remain the most important sexually even if you're not having sex, because what sex you do have is still governed by the terms you agree on together. If they need to change the terms for their emotional health, then you do it. But I couldn't have the most important person in my life be an absent person, and that's what committing to him long-distance was. Long-distance is bearable for a fixed amount of time, but with no set end date, I found it to be impossible. At the end of the day, I needed somebody here with me. I do think, when talking about a relationship that lasts for your entire life, a relationship with some degree of sexual openness is important for me, because variety keeps that part of my life -- my sexual confidence and expression -- vibrant and alive. But I'd still always want my partner involved in my sex life to some degree. And I also think it's crucial to start the relationship with an extended period of monogamy, to assert what commitment looks like when the chips are down.

Previously… “Thanks Theo”, I managed to keep control of myself to say. Theo looked at me and said “I’ll leave Gavin here to keep an eye on ya too lad, but I’ve got to go. You get any flack from any of them you let me know. Now let this fella take care of ya – hey, lad? What’s yer name?” “You can call me Kurk” Right so… So as Theo left, he told me to lock the door behind him. I was still clear-headed enough to stand up and do it. The lock turned with a satisfying click. I started to relax again. All that crazy outside could just wait. My arse was throbbing, a deep sensory overload rhythmically crashed over me like a wave, where all I could think about was my frazzled beaten ass, and then like wave it retreated. I turned back to Iain and Kurk. Part of me wondered how fucked-up I must look to them, but then this negative thought was countered with the saving grace of every chem party that I’ve been to since, which is the realisation that everyone expects everyone else to become totally fucked up, so you can fly your freaky fucked-up flag high! Another part of me wondered if they’d overheard the exchange in the hall, but then I reassured myself they couldn’t have had. Not from here, and not with all the shit they were on. Looking at them now, I definitely was not alone in my fucked-upedness. Iain was staring up at me grinning like a mad yoke. Obviously that fuck-tonne of MDMA he’d snorted was keeping him nice and buoyant. As a rugby player for the Northern Irish squad he’d been there when Simon had told me that he knew my tabloid journalist identity. Well he’d been there, but he hadn’t really been there. He’d been more focussed on sucking my cock clean from his and Simon’s ass juice and my cum, or else he’d been fixated on that big black dildo, and for that I was grateful. One less problem to worry about. And then there was Kurk. I turned to look over at him when another wave of sensation hit me. This time the pain felt …less acute, and more …detached? When the wave subsided I was still standing against the back of the bathroom door in my harness and chaps, Kurk was sitting on the bathroom floor trying to focus on me. He had asked me a question. I answered “Surry wee lad, whuh didja say” (Wow some serious slurring going on here – get it together lad). “So why am I trip-sitting you lad? What did you take?” I struggled to get the words out, “Slater shuvved… ahem… Slater shoved ketamine up my hole”. He raised his eyebrows at that, “well those lads can play very rough if you’re not clear with em.” I guess that was one way of looking at it, and try as I might to hole on to it, I was starting to lose my anger as whatever it was in my system continued to melt into me. Kurk continued, “Special K you say? That’s mad! I snorted some before coming in here too. Truth is, I think I was falling into a bit a K-hole before you came in”. He laughed gently as he struggled to get up in the steamy bathroom air. I laughed too, fucking perfect! This’ll be the blind leading the blind, or at least in this case, the K’d-up leading the K’d-up. I looked over at Iain, “how about you Iain? How are you keeping?” Iain was now sitting on the toilet while running his hands over his impressive physique. He kept circling his hands back to rub his nipples, licking one and then the other thumb to make his nipples glisten in the artificial light. He blinked and looked up me “did you say there’s Special K doing the rounds lad?” I shook my head and then remembered the pills in the bathroom cabinet. “No K Iain but maybe there’s something here we can take?” I looked around. The bathroom was laid out in a rectangle with the toilet opposite the bedroom door. Everything was tastefully decorated in Connemara Marble – a gorgeous mottled green limestone from the west of Ireland. Looking in from the door, the sink with bathroom cabinet overhead was directly beside the toilet in the middle of the room. This was where Iain had gotten the Caverject earlier on 0 Was that were I’d seen the pills? To the right of that again was a bidet and then a wooden standalone Ikea shelving unit – something probably with some unpronounceable Swedish name like Tråll or Øresond or something. It had drawers below and shelves above holding at least five rolled up fluffy towels and lots of bath accessories, and a drawer was open revealing a variety of sex toys – a vibrator, a portable douche, some butt plugs and what looked to be a fleshjack. I groggily decided I’d try out the fleshjack once I could think straight again. I always wanted to give them a go. And then there was the minipool… Fuckin hell. No accounting for taste I guess. Up against the bedroom wall and dominating the room was a half-full built-in mini-pool/Jacuzzi and shower complex, even with hot water jets. It was raised up off the floor about a metre and was the size of four or five normal baths. Cause of the angle, I hadn’t seen it when looking in at Iain last time, who could comfortably have seated his whole rugby team in it. Whatever Simon did in the courts, freeing IRA hitmen, absolving crooked RUC (our cops), well, it was definitely working for him. I for one, didn’t have a giant Jacuzzi/pool in my bathroom. I barely had enough toilet paper half the time! Another wave of short-circuitry overload hit me. This time the pain felt more distant. Like it was still in the same room as me, but we were old friends who could keep a comfortable silence together. Woah… I felt the rhythm of these waves was increasing. Was this like what pregnant women feel with increasing contractions or some shit? Coming back to the reality of the bathroom, I could see the guys staring at me. Kurk interrupted my reverie, “how are you feeling lad?” I replied, making sure not to slur, “um a bit out of it… and way too hot and sweaty to be honest. Everything’s getting a bit vague, more and more.” Kurk pulled himself up off the floor to sit on the lip of the pool, his pale taut naked stomach concertina’d as he did so – not an ounce of extra heft – just all six pack. He was a bit damp and still had some water droplets settled like dew in his short dark hair, his sparse chest hair and down his treasure trail to his thick pubes. Once he was properly up, he tapped the space beside him, beckoning me to sit down. His watery blue eyes looked to my harness and chaps and then widened when they focussed on my heavy semi-hard cock swinging in-between. He shook his head and regained focus, “maybe you should take the leather off?” Good idea. I quickly unbuckled the harness. However the chaps would be a bit of a problem. They were laced at the back. Kurk saw my confusion and beckoned me over. “Turn around” he ordered. I did so and heard the sharp gasp as he saw my raw ass cheeks. “What the fuck happened you?” he asked. I grunted back, “that Slater fella again. He took being dom a bit too far”. I could feel Kurk running his fingers over my red arse cheeks. “Does this hurt?” “Actually, no” I replied honestly, “the K seems to have numbed the pain, but I get these waves of disconnect…” I felt Kurk’s hand slow and pull off my cheeks. “I’m just gonna have a look at your hole now fella, if that’s alright?” I felt slightly sweeter toward Kurk now. Without Sven, he seemed to be a lot more into the little things that people like, like consent and all that malarkey. Another wave hit me. All the positive feelings I’d felt toward Kurk seemed amplified. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew that this relationship had a sell-by-date. Someone would out me to him before the weekend was through. Then I’m sure that the best I could expect, was him completely cutting me out. The worst… well I didn’t want another repeat of how Tadhg reacted, and he’s only been in one scathing article of mine. Kurk and his affair with the homophobic first lady of Northern Ireland had been front page fodder for a half year or so – which is …forever, in newspaper time. As the wave grew, the sweetness I felt toward Kurk intensified, my awareness seemed to detach a little and I could rationally know that I was arching my back and spreading my cheeks for Kurk, but I didn’t really feel it. Instead I could feel how the energy between Kurk and my ass was getting closer and closer. I pulled my cheeks wider. The energy shifted as Kurk reached up to wipe away some lube, or powder. He pulled his hand back down. I willed myself to say through the receding wave, “uhn uh, could you do that again?” “Do what lad?” “Just rub your finger on my hole – I want to check how numb I am down there” Kurk chuckled and smiled a beautiful smile at me. “Sure thing lad. Tell me if it hurts there though”, His dulcet south Belfast accent was melting me too – I know many avoid a strong Belfast accent – the way he would say “there” as “thur” and end most sentences on a strong upward inflection. Many try their whole lives to get rid of the harsher parts of their accent, but I fucking loved it. It reminded of the rougher kids I went to school with – the ones I jacked off to in my fantasies as soon as I learned to masturbate. With that I felt Kurk bring his thumb down on my sore swollen sphincter, gently pressing against my still tight pucker and moving in a circular motion. I looked back at him again. His slim young pale body with his ghost-like pale skin, and a super-tight stomach, which didn’t even crease over his belly button as he squatted – fucking 23 year olds! He caught me giving him the once-over and grinned at me as he increased pressure from his thumb. I looked down to his cock – semi-hard, hooded and growing harder as he started to jack it – nice! Kurk started adding another finger and then a third, then the front of his fist as he made up and down motions against my hole. I rubbed back in sync as he graduated up to the whole side of his hand. I ground his hand up and down my crack from above my hole to the end of my taint. Kurk avoided working outside my crack though, keeping pressure off my two rosy cheeks, for fear of hurting me. Honestly though, with the special K, the whole area was fairly numb. I ground down on his hand to feel more sensation. To be honest, the thought of what I was doing - that was more of a turn on than the few nerve impulses that managed to make their way to my brain’s pleasure centre. This was a weird mind-fuck – and then another wave crashed over me. The waves were getting stronger. That last one felt like I wasn’t even there anymore. Something – some knot of sensation and attraction and blood and cum was there, but I couldn’t well say whether it was me, Kurk or Iain. I looked over at Iain, who was tweaking his nipples, looking at my display. Kurk had shifted position and was currently rimming me – how long was I gone that time? How did I not notice I was being rimmed? Again the act of rimming on my numb hole was cerebrally nice to look back at, but hadn’t even registered physically. Then my cock felt warm. I looked down to see Kurk had moved down to start sucking it backwards from behind me. I was still semi hard cause of the Caverject, and if he kept going, it wouldn’t be long till this position was impossible. His hand reached up to my waistband as he did this and I could hear him tugging at my laces. I felt more heat near my balls as Kurk continued to mouth-fuck me and tried to take as much of me in him as possible. I ground myself down into his mouth – his dark red lips were even more livid pulled tight around my shaft. Fuck me, that kid was hot. Soon enough I was stepping out of the chaps and broke contact with Kurk (his bruised-looking fleshy red lips looked empty as I pulled out) to bring them with my harness to make a pile by the door. Fuck! My legs felt really heavy, even with just walking that short bit across the bathroom. Iain, on that side of the room, sitting by the toilet, caught my leg and started stroking his hand up and down it. I looked down to him. His eyes were widely dilated as he looked up to me, his other hand jacking his meaty cock. However, hunky rugby player or not, I thought it’d be best to sit with Kurk. At least he was also going through what I was. I bent down and kissed Iain on the lips. He tasted of mouthwash and flicked his tongue across mine. “Sorry Iain, but I’m gonna go sit by Kurk. I’m feeling pretty disconnected with the K” Iain shrugged and asked “is there anything more of that around?” I thought and didn’t particularly want to reopen the bathroom door, so I thought again about the pills in the cabinet. I reached over the sink and opened the small cabinet where Iain got the Caverject. I quickly found the baggy of pills. “Iain – what are these?” Iain brightened up when he saw them and said, “Oh fuck yeah, I’d forgotten where they were. They’re my stash of Ecstasy. I didn’t know how good they were – Mircko, Lee, Si and me took some before we contacted you, but they took a long time to hit and it wasn’t until after we’d talked to you that they peaked. It was before you came over, which is when Mircko, Lee and Simon really gave me a good seeing to, heh”. He twisted his right nipple and chuckled with the memory of this. I remembered the Polish looking guy and the other silver daddy Lee – still in good shape with defined hairy pecs – in fact lots of salt and pepper body-hair, but anyone would find it hard to be compared as “the other silver fox” to Simon’s golden god-bod. I’d seen Mircko fisting Lee in the other guestroom. The one I was expected to be in right now. No wonder Slater had spiked me with K. My ass could probably take some serious damage right now and I wouldn’t mind. Those four must have take turns gang-banging Iain while I was showering at home, just before I left for this place. Iain related how Mircko had fucked Lee till he came, then used Lee’s cum to lube his cock back into Iain’s hole and cum up there. The thought of what had happened minutes before I came in to this place was hot. My semi-hard cock bobbed in front of Iain and he opened his mouth and took it – no hands. I chuckled “I’m afraid, I washed my cock just before coming in here lad” remembering Iain’s indiscriminate love of ass-to-mouth. He let go and nuzzled his face against my hard 10 inch boner. There was a bit of spit or precum coming off it and Iain rubbed his lips and cheek and many-times-broken nose against it, leaving a silvery trail – getting marked by me. There was something delightfully perverse and sub about the way Iain, the big strapping rugby prop forward, debased himself for any cock. I took some pills out of the baggy. They were white and had a dove logo stamped on them and I tried to remember if there’d been any warnings about white dove pills in the last while. I thought about my increasing trippiness with the K and how maybe it’d be good to set up a rush to keep things positive in case I did find myself stuck in a K hole. Kind of like how you take pills before LSD to ensure a good trip. I looked down to Iain, who was sucking my cock again. Fuck – how’d I not notice that? “How many pills did you take last time?” “Just one, but I guess you can add the MDMA to that tally as well” I did the maths in my head – he’d done at least two or three lines of MDMA. He’d need to redose with about half that. I bit a pill in half and gave him one and a half of them with some water. I turned to Kurk who was fixated on the pool’s controls. “Kurk… Kurk! …KURK!?” Kurk zoned in again – I wasn’t the only one wandering off it seemed. “Kurk, did you do any pills apart from the MDMA?” He shook his head. Offering him the glass and pill I said, “here’s one and some water” and when he’d swallowed, I took the pill and a half I’d set aside for myself. God those things were bitter! I crossed the room. Again it felt like my legs were made of lead. Turning back, I saw Iain had already started dusting off Hugo. A man who knew what he wanted! I sat down on the pool edge, and immediately stood up again. Fuck! Direct pressure on my ass still made it sting like a motherfucker! Kurk looked me over and smirked as he looked down to my welted ass and realised my predicament. “Of course!” he exclaimed, “that can’t feel fun. Hang on…” Kurk reached behind himself and found the tap. Setting the temperature to a luke-warm, he sat into the pool on the inbuilt shelf that ran along one side – there was enough room for at least two if not three on that shelf alone. I stood and zoned out again as another wave crashed over my consciousness. When I came back, the pool had filled up. That time all I remember was the pleasant sounds of the water gushing. Once it was nice and full, the 23 year old beckoned me in. I stepped in at the deeper side and slowly bent my knees. My hot ass hit the water and I was worried the effect would sting, but instead it felt cooling – like camomile lotion when you’ve the chicken pox. I sighed with palpable relief and turned to my young saviour. “Dude, this feels wonderful, how can I repay you?” Kurk looked past me, his eyes out of focus. I waded over to him and waved my hand in front of his face. “Kurk, are you listening?” He snapped back to me, “oh man this stuff is heavy, um, maybe lets drain the pool a little. I don’t want us having any accidents” – which by the way, looking back now was a very fucking smart move on Kurk’s behalf – lads NEVER mix Ket and baths…. Bad idea! He turned around and kneeling on the inner shelf with his torso fully out of the water and his back to me, the young lad started to turn the control for the drain. The moving water swirling past my feet, my legs, my ass, felt wonderful. The K really started to hit as I stood there, hip-deep, then thigh deep in the water. The feeling of buoyancy and the energy of the luke warmwater was fascinating, but I was having difficulty keeping track of who was experiencing this – who was I? As soon as I realised I was having problems hanging on to my sense of self, the “sense of self” that perceived that, slipped away and then I* realised that I was having difficulty understanding or pinning things down. I got stuck in this chase for my own sense of self. Then I remember gradually raising my hand out of the water and marvelling at the pearls that dripped off one by one as if time slowed down, the droplets looking more like 2D circles than 3D spheres. As the water level went down, I unconsciously lowered myself to my knees to be once again enveloped by it. The ketamine worked on my perception of my senses – where I define my body - where it begins and ends, and in that water I couldn’t figure that out. As the wave of ketamine intensified, my awareness freed itself from my body and I became an underwater being, a water elemental, a selkie, a water current come to life. The sheer joy and beauty of it is so hard to describe probably cause we’re visual creatures and our language has developed to describe mostly what we see. Ketamine instead ups your other more mental sensations – you know those sensations of how you know someone behind you is looking at you, or when you feel you’re being followed, or in a dark room how you can tell the room’s dimensions. Well multiply all that by a thousand and then fuck with it. I knew how to estimate dimensions alright, but I’d no idea if they were the dimensions of the room I was in or the memory of my childhood bedroom or maybe mapping out the landscape of some blockbuster superhero movie I’d gone to see that week. One of my exes Kevin swore K helped him to speak to god who was currently being channelled through a homeless black woman in New York, and whatever did happen, it helped him put a lot of his issues in perspective. He was always much more chilled after that. For me, I’d only really tried it when Kevin sourced some again after that first experience and the four of us (me and my three exes Kevin, Andrew and Joe) spent the weekend trapped on the bed, rolling our naked bodies together like planets that were in orbit of each-other. My sense of distance was judged by how close the other guys in the room were, and not where inconsequential things like walls, bodies or directional coordinates like up or down were. That weird 2D dimension sense started to kick in again and I felt I was stepping outside myself, seeing my kneeling body, hip-deep in the deeper part of the pool. Right in front of me was Kurk, thigh deep in the water and kneeling on the shallow shelf and his back and ass to me – more like a gay erotic cartoon than real-life though. He’d spaced out as well and had let the drain stay open - which was a smart move, looking back at it now. He was currently slowly squeezing a squeeze-top shower gel bottle – he’d covered his whole hand with shower gel and was watching the goo slowly slide over his knuckles. I reached my hand over to him and my body’s vision flashed back in to show my hand reaching out and caressing his right thigh. Back in my out-of-body view I watched as Kurk turned and said something unintelligible to me. He was smiling and as I ran my hand up to his ass, my awareness shifted gear again to zoom in on the action of my hand running up the side of Kurk’s leg. Each hair I ran over felt like a giant redwood being knocked down in a forest, my hand was an unstoppable force of nature – a landslide sweeping everything in its path. The landslide approached a rise in the land it was spilling over, the foothills of a mountain. Not just any mountain but a huge mountain. Bigger than any on Earth. Olympus Mons growing out of the Martian landscape pushing out through the thin Martian atmosphere into actual space… I moved my hand up over the dome of his arse. My vision shifted gear once again. Now I wasn’t seeing as much as sensing. The mouth leaned forward. The human in front leaned back and opened its ass. Pressure and soft skin. The tongue navigated steam, hair, sweat, tightness – much tightness, inaccessibility. The hands helped and the tightness lessened. Gear shift. I could hear my breath. I was breathing into Kurk McCaimble’s hairy ass. His hole was young, tight and vivid pink underneath the dusting of dark hairs. I moved in again to lick it, moving the closest wiry hairs out of the way. He jolted as I touched tongue to his pucker. The self-aware energy that poured through that connection – it was like water from a burst dam, but going both ways. I knew he wanted to grind into my tongue, and I knew he knew I was braced and ready for it – the water had continued to drain till there was only a few centimetres left. Kurk followed up his body language and pushed back, the rimming got more intense and started to turn into proper tongue-fucking. I slipped my hands further up his arse. My right index finger pushed forward to play with his hole while I continued licking. Spitting on my finger, I started to probe the tight know of muscle. Kurk bucked at my invasion. I guess he didn’t usually bottom, cause next thing I know I could feel the muscles further up Kurk’s back were tensing. I looked up to see his right arm reaching for another knob. Then all of sudden – rain. The shower was on. I had to immediately stop rimming cause anyone will tell you, rimming in a shower is like waterboarding, you can’t do it and breathe at the same time. Kurk turned around to me as I adjusted to the warm water flowing down on me from the two rows of six massive shower heads spaced above the pool. Simon really loved his bathroom fixtures. Kurk was now sitting on the edge of the pool in front of all the knobs. He was laughing with pleasure from the water. He stood up on the inner shelf so his cock was above my head height. He made another sound, but I couldn’t hear him over the increasing rush of the water. Increasingly Kurk’s laughter seemed to come from further and further away. I could understand his sheer joy. The percussion of the water droplets from the oversized showers was divine. I felt I was I some tropical water world. I lay back and let the water hit my chest in a sharp staccato pitter patter. Being in the shower on K was intense – I felt my consciousness could travel through the droplets but only the closest ones, before the first or second millisecond before they hit my body – that was some weird boundary to my being. My mind could inhabit these perfect little spheres of water – each of them mini-universes in their own right – cyclical, phasing through their own big bangs and rising and falling of civilisations, my mind was like a god spirit to each of these as they crashed up on my skin and were destroyed. But more were ever coming. Such was the cycle. I slipped into a trance of trying to chase my own consciousness in through the waterdroplets, for who knows how long. In the distance I made out a big pink shape come through the waterworld. Ian stepped into the pool and gathered me up like a rag-doll into a crushing kiss. His broken nose pressing into mine, his lips pulled tight, the rush of air from my lungs to his, all while the water enclosed our twosome in a constant roar. Iain was only readable in pieces. The three dimensional plane had broken into flat fragments. Jet-black hair plastered to his forehead. Eyes closed, water trickling over feminine long lashes. My hands on his white pumped-up pecs. Water droplets building up on dropping off his erect pink nipples. His mouth descending on me for another kiss. His tongue battling mine. He tasted of strength and bitter ecstasy tablets. He turned me around facing Kurk, though I couldn’t see him through the rain, and all of a sudden I was cold. The rain had stopped. I wanted so desperately to re-enter the beautiful water-world, but as I my confusion died down, I could hear Iain and Kurk talking. Oh. They were talking to me. I remember not feeling any of the typical paranoia you feel with other drugs where you worry that people will see how high you are. Any concern like that seemed from so far away. They repeated themselves. Something about kneeling. I knelt down and could sense Iain’s big dick and heavy balls just hanging out of my vision over my right shoulder. In front of me were Kurk’s hairy pale legs. I looked up to Kurk to see if I could make out what was going on. He was hold his heavy flaccid cock in his hands, no, not fully flaccid, what’s the word, tumescent. I heard more noises. My skin was growing colder. Someone said something ending in an upper inflection. They asked a question. It came from so far away. The question was repeated and I needed to answer it. But I started to feel that there was this growing distance between me and the lads. Remembering what Theo said – about avoiding a K-hole, I remembered advice from years ago from Kevin. Just that if I ever found myself in a K-hole, to remember to relax and understand that there were layers to everything. Consciousness is an emergent property of our nerves firing together. Society is an emergent system a layer higher than that. We’re always part of each layer. With that I felt very chill again. I was riding the K trip, on the crest of the wave, holons higher than mere individual consciousness and so I nodded, thinking that might be the right answer to start the water again. I leaned back against Iain’s sturdy legs as Kurk’s body grew increasingly fragmented. All my vision was becoming fractured. The world began to look like I was looking through a kaleidoscope. That was when the first splash came back. Not of water, though it was the same warmth, no this was saltier. It was strong smelling. What … Oh… Kurk was pissing on me. I knew there was a part of me that should be a little pissed at this. I wasn’t a natural sub, as I’d repeatedly proven to myself over the night. But that part of me was very far away. I felt the pure golden energy pour, washing over me and I raised my brow to get more fully under the stream. It felt raw and clear and was beautiful. I was a penitent monk and this was my baptism, I was reborn in this yellow straw coloured stuff of heat and wet and connection to something holy. To this day, trippy songs like Robyn and Royksopp’s “Monument” bring me back to this moment. Maybe it was playing outside in the master bedroom. The very edge of the liquid molecules of piss as they flowed over my skin seemed to be a wave of miniature hands caressing my body – taking me in, accepting me. Kurk was pissing, pouring his love and acceptance on me and I took it in. I raised my head even more and it started to sprinkle against my lips, beckoning me, inviting me. Open up! “Let me in!” Kurk’s disembodied head seemed to say as it formed out of the green marble tiling. I couldn’t say no, I opened my lips and let the fine amber wine flow down into my mouth. I’d tasted piss before so I wasn’t too shocked by the sour taste. In fact, the more I tasted it, the more subtle flavours I could tease from it – bitter notes of coffee and dark chocolate. I needed more. I opened my mouth further and arched my neck to get the stream directly hitting the back of my throat. I let my mouth cavity fill up and then gargled the piss as more came in. The agitated piss slipped out over my mouth and poured down the side of my face again. As I arched my back further and further, so my head was held parallel to the floor, the piss started to swash up and over my upper lip. It trickled and then flowed down my nostrils – more holes that needed anointing. I needed piss all over me. I rubbed my hands on face, moving that piss through my hair, up in and around my eyes, behind my jaw, in my ears – “don’t forget to wash behind your ears” I heard my mother’s voice say. Fuck – I was tripping. As I lost myself to the bliss of Kurk’s golden shower, after a while, he reached the end and he was stopping and starting his flow. The top of my head gently bopped off of Iain’s hung balls still behind me. I looked over to the rugby player, and as I did Kurk fully finished. As I looked up to the built fucker, my gaze climbing steadily up his defined six, no, eight pack and bulging tit-pecs, I knew I wanted his piss too. I needed to be marked by both of them. I tried to get my heavy legs to work. My mind tried to re-enter my body. No luck. I tried to communicate with Iain. As he wasn’t on K – but still really high, it took him a while to figure out what I wanted. He reached down, and with very little effort, pulled me up into his arms, turned me to face him and made me sit back down on my ass on the pool’s floor. Then grabbing my legs by the knees, he upended me, so I was balanced on my shoulders in a small puddle of piss. The smell of Kurk’s piss got noticeably stronger down in that puddle. Iain put my hands on my ass cheeks and made me spread them, giving him a bullseye to aim for. He chewed on my reddened hole for a bit and whacked his cock off my arse. At that point though, my ass cheeks were totally numb. “Anoint me” I think I* croaked, though I couldn’t be sure. Either way, a few seconds later I saw the first few dribbles come out of Iain’s cock. It must have been tough for him, as he was on uppers too, but he managed a steady flow after a few minutes of cajoling from Kurk and I. My hole was open and like my mouth before I let it fill up with this precious juice. I barely felt it to be honest, but I knew it was important to get marked by these men. I was Achilles getting bathed in invulnerability. I was Siegfried bathing in dragon’s blood. I was a dragon, but to connect with my prey I had to be absolved. To understand the other side of things – both sides now. Clouds. Fuck! Trippin balls. The piss quickly overflowed my ass and as it passed over my body the rivulets divided and sub-divided as they made their way down. Piss trickled down my legs, my back, my sandwiched upside-down stomach, my small pecs, down my neck into my hair, onto the floor. Little rivulets ran down my upside-down and still-hard cock, which was pointed at my face and made it look like I was pissing my self. I opened my mouth to the juices dripping from my cock and was surprised by the difference in taste between Kurk and Iain. Still. Iain’s piss tasted more like honey and weed - herby, less bitter than the coffee/dark chocolate tastes of Kurk earlier. And then Iain was done too. I remember turning myself around and lapping at the piss puddled under me – I couldn’t waste any of it. I’d never been such a piss pig before or after this. Maybe I was copying Iain as he bent down beside me to lick the piss from my skin. God we were such fuckin perves. I realised I* was on all fours then as Iain started to work his semi hard cock into me. Gone were my inhibitions about bottoming. If I could take Orson, I could take Iain. I ground back on him, opening up enough for his sloppy semi-hard cock. There’s something beautiful about being so open that people can “push rope” into you. However the K had really worked a wonder on me and so I ended not remembering or feeling much of anything over the next forty minutes or so, as Kurk and Iain took turns fucking my ass. I remember at one point Kurk felt he could piss again and pissed inside me for a bit, but again I didn’t feel it. We all took turns fucking eachother – but the memory of the forty minutes got really jumbled after the piss-play. I’ve a distinct memory of fucking Kurk – reverse cowboy style while telling him I loved him. I mean obviously that was the Ecstasy talking, but it’s still sweet to remember that. Later I remember working with Kurk to get Hugo further into Iain (again). All in all, K’s a double edge sword and candy flipping with ecstasy mightn’t have been my smartest move. More experienced mates of mine just shook their head when they heard about my overall drug tally. I tripped balls but also wrecked myself with all the drugs trying to command my body and awareness to do five different things at once. The overall trip was also a bit manic and … uncomfortable? That’s a holder word until I find a better way to describe feeling like your skin’s gonna crawl off while you sit in one place and wonder why gravity doesn’t work anymore, and continually have to ask yourself - which way is the centre of the earth? After that weekend I swore I’d never do K again as a party and play drug, or at least never booty bump it. I later broke both of those promises to myself, but I’ve still kept one promise – do K on its own without anything else. I’ve since figured out how to have a beautiful trip from it that I can remember much better than mere mental snap shots of getting a giant dildo hilt deep in some young beefcake rugby player. * These are probably good points to interject that when I wrote “I”, I really meant “It” cause I was feeling super-disconnected from my body at this point. Not fully out-of-body, but close enough. When eventually I started to realise who I was, I was straddled over Iain in the pool, squatting over his face, while Kurk sat on his cock, bouncing up and down while his own cock was making a mesmerising helicopter spin. There was knocking on the door. Wait – what was I doing? I felt some tentative licking on my hole. “Go on, just see if you can” I realised that Iain had cajoled me into trying to take a dump in his mouth – he was such a filthy bastard! Luckily (for my feelings anyway) I’d not been able to perform – the ecstasy had fully kicked in and I was coming up. Also I’m pretty sure I’d nothing left up in there at this stage – it’d been nearly half a day since I came there. This time yesterday I’d been eating chilli-fries at a rugby match watching the guy currently rimming me fight a losing battle against the All-Blacks. Damn, life is full of weird twists and turns. Whether it was the E or what I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. The knocking came back louder now and I swivelled my head and was delighted I could focus my attention again – My attention. I knew who I was again! My trip down the rabbit hole was coming to a close. “Guys? Are you ok?” It was Orson.

Part XII As my ass was being pounded over and over, my mind was still completely befuddled. What the hell am I doing? Then it was like omg I want this to never end. Back and forth, what a conflict, but the wanting was far greater and the feeling of pleasure of that beauty of a cock ravishing my hole and rubbing my prostate was too much to ignore. My bud was getting faster now and harder. It felt like he was trying to drive me through the table we were on, but the pleasure never stopped. In and out went his cock driving us both crazy with pleasure. Then I could actually feel his cock seem to expand more and more and I knew he was getting close to filling my hole with his POZ cum, again, and I wanted every drop of it. Then with one more mighty thrust as deep and hard as he could, I felt his cock start to throb and knew he was cumming in me and my own cock started to spew my cum between us at the same time. He ground into me and then it was done. He rolled off of me and then scooped up the cum on our stomachs from my orgasm and licked it off of his fingers and then leaned over me and kissed me, feeding my own cum into my mouth, with a deep kiss. As we both started to recover, I noticed that a couple of more guys, I had never seen before, had entered the tent and were standing next to the table. They were both naked as well and my eyes almost bugged out of my head as I noticed they both had hardons that looked like they might have extra legs. They looked like twin cocks and had to each be around a foot long and bigger around than my wrist. My buddy then told me that this was the surprise he had told me about when I got there. They had just come in last night and he had told them about me and they both wanted to try me out. I just stared, thinking there was no way anything that big could possibly get in me. As my bud got up, one of the new guys climbed on the table in his place and lifting my legs up he crawled between them and and started to rub his huge cock around my hole. I was scared out of my mind and could only think that there was no way that could possibly go in my little hole. Then he started to push and to my surprise I could feel it edging its way in, slowly but surely and then with a pop, the head was in me and then he started to sink further and further into me. My head just rocked back and forth as I moaned out, no, no, stop, it is way too big, but he didn't stop and kept pushing deeper into me. It seemed like forever when I realized his stomach was against me and his whole mammoth cock had to buried all the way in me. I couldn't believe it. With only a few seconds of waiting he then pulled back and slammed it into me hard. I almost screamed with the pain of that thrust and could actually feel the lips of my ass split some. I knew he had torn me up with that thrust and tried to stop but couldn't move as he started to pile drive my ass faster and faster and harder and harder. My pain became pleasure again and I found myself pushing my ass back at him on every instroke. My head rolled from side to side as I could only moan in pleasure. I barely registered my original buddy leaning down to tell me, have fun, these two probably have the highest viral levels of poz cum of any of us here, so you are being very well bred. For the next two hours, these two new guys, took turns, pounding my hole. First one for a while and then the other one would climb on. Finally, the first one to go, told me he was ready and I could feel every single throb of his monster cock as he came for what seemed like forever in me. Then the other monster cock was back in me and after another 10 minutes he told me he was ready and again the throbs and huge amount of cum were deposited in me and this time I felt my own cock erupt again and as he had basically tipped me almost upside down by then, my cock was pointed right at my face and I opened my mouth and my cum filled my mouth full as I gulped it down my throat.

I am so glad you guys are enjoying it! Thanks for the comments. Part: 10 So I spent the next few months taking poz load after poz load. My son turned 18 but stayed in town and went to the local college. The wife still had no sex appetite but that was fine by me. Honestly, our marriage was better than it ever was. One day I got an updated notification on the app. “it’s time to share your gift. We know you enjoy taking a poz load, but how about giving one? Help our community grow. With this new app upgrade (platinum level) you can toggle on your app between top and bottom. Happy hunting.” Fuck, this was a new twist. I had been having so much fun being a cum dump I didn’t care about topping but now that the app mentioned it. The idea of spreading my seed turned me on. I was home alone again so I figured I would try the new feature, I flipped the app to top, entered notes and hit search. Within 10 minutes I got a notification. There was a bottom on his way. This would be the first time fucking in my house. I was a bit nervous but the family was gonna be gone for a few hours so I should be ok. The front doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood a guy, pretty cute, looked college age. Nice and fit with a huge smile on his face. “You ordered?” “Come on in, how old are you?” “19 sir” Fuck, so young, my cock twitched. I was leading him to my bedroom when we walked by my son’s room. I don’t know why, but I turned and went in there again. Something about fucking my poz load into this 19-year-old kid on my sons bed turned me on. I pushed the kid onto the bed on all fours. I dove face first into his ass. It was so smooth, I forced my tongue up his hole. Opening him up, getting him nice and wet. I slipped a finger into his ass. I had seen videos on line about tops pozing so I had let my nails grow. I stretched his ass, digging in my nails, scratching him up. I finally pulled out and there was a tinge on pink on my fingers. He was ready, I lined my cock up with his pussy and went right in. The kid grunted and started moaning, bucking back onto my cock. Fuck, young pussy felt so good. I couldn’t wait to shoot my poz load into him. He was getting a bit loud and I didn’t want the neighbors to hear. I looked around and saw my son’s dirty laundry. Fucking kid living in a pigsty. I reached down and grabbed a pair of my son’s dirty underwear and shoved them into this kids mouth to keep him quiet. I started to pick up pace, just the thought of busting my poz load into this kid had me going so I couldn’t hold on for long. I felt the familiar urge and I went balls deep, squirting load after load into this kid. Fuck, I came down from my high and pulled out. The kid immediately turned around and licked my dick clean, then looked up at me and said “thank you.” Fuck this kid was good. It was hot enough to get me going again and I pumped a second load into him before sending him on his way.

FS PART 8 About a week later, I got sick, really sick. If it was the flu it was the worst flu I have ever had. I decided to go to the doctor, but not any doctor, I was going to go to the one that Professor gave me the card for. I found it and called the number on it. There was on answer, just a message about no appointments needed, just come in and you would be seen. I decided that’s what I could do. I dressed like it was ten below outside, even though it was in the high eighties, but I was freezing. I got quite a lot of stares as i waited for my cab. Once he arrived i got in and gave him the address that I want to go to. “Are you sure that’s the address?” the cabbie said “it’s wants on the card,” “okay, but it might be a long shot. That address is for a clinic that has been shut down for a couple of years” “I just got the card about a week ago, maybe it’s a new clinic” My mind wondered, was this a set up, but with the way that I felt I didn’t care. I just closed my eyes, laid my head back and enjoyed the ride. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew the cabbie was yelling at me to pay up and get out. Shit I must have been out cold. The building i met at I stepped out of the cab was more than run down, it looks as if it should have been condemned. It was too late to leave, because the cab sped off leaving me standing on the curb. Shrugging my shoulders I walked towards the door and entered. The inside was worse than the out, yet there sat someone behind the information desk with their back towards the door. As I approached I could smell funnel cakes, weird, but there was a strong odor of funnel cakes. “Excuse me, but I am…..” I said, stopping short when she turned around and I saw that it was the bearded woman sitting behind the desk. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that i wasn’t hallucinating her. “Take the doors on the left, go down to the basement, then straight ahead to the last door on the right. Hurry now, the doctor is waiting for you.” the bearded lady said. I went through the door, and down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, i began to hear clowns laughing. I shock it off, thinking that it was just the flu messing with my mind. The more I went down the hall, the laughter was replace with upbeat carnival music, the funnel cake smell was gone, but popcorn took it’s place. I got to the last door and stopped. The name on the door grabbed my attention. I pulled the business card from my pocket and the names matched. Dr. Clown, was printed on the door as well as the card in big black letters. I closed my eyes and shook my head. You must be fucking kidding me, that was his name. I never paid attention to the name on the card. I reached out, opened the door and went in. As I entered, I noticed faded green chairs with worn seats lined up against the wall to my left, to my right was a sliding window with frosted glass that were closed and a door just to the left of that. The frosted glass slide open loudly, making me jump. Laughter erupted on the other side of the opening. It had an evil tone to it. “Good to see you again” Stinger said, “your bug chasing is reaping it’s reward, the fuck flu” “What the fuck” Stinger just laughed harder, sliding the glass window shut. I could see his outline move from the window. There I was alone in the waiting area to a doctor I didn’t know if he was legit or not. The lights flickered above, as chills shivered through my body. The door opened and Stinger motioned for me to come. My head hung in shame as I walked through the door, into a hall of doors. They lined each side of the hall. “Welcome to the fun house” Stinger said laugh, “Pick a door, any door” I pointed to the second door on the right. “That door, oh I wouldn’t pick that door” he said grinning. I pointed to the one across the hall from my first choice. “oh that’s a good door” he said again laughing. He was so different here in the office compared to being at the carnival. There was something different about him I didn’t know what. At the carnival he was forceful, here he was insane, everything was funny. He lead me to the door, opened it and pushed me in. He followed me in and shut the door behind him. Inside was an actual exam room, one you would see in a doctors office, it was just dated. Very dated. It almost looked as if one stepped back in time and was in the eighties. The lights flickered in here too, adding to the dated look and giving the room a more sinister look. “Strip, get on the table, and open wide” Stinger said. I slowly stripped naked and instantly got cold and hot. I knew my fever was getting worse. I had sweat running down my body, which only sent more chills through me. I could feel beads of sweat running down the middle of my back, enter my crack and run across my hole. I climbed on the exam table. “Open wide “ Stinger grabbed my knees and spread them wide. My cock and balls fell between my legs, just hanging there. I felt so bad that cock and cum were the furthest thing from my mind. Stinger moved to the corner just off to the right from the door. A knock came from the other side of the door, and it opened. My mouth dropped open when I saw the man on the other side. He wore just a lab coat, nothing else. I could see his bare legs extending from under the coat, his chest was stretching the coat’s buttons to their limits. He was at least six foot five, close to three-hundred pounds of solid muscle. He made professional bodybuilders look like twigs. “Stinger, Is this the man that hit is head at the carnival” asked the man “Hit his head, and just about any other head if you catch my drift” Stinger said snickering like a school kid. “I see” “I am Dr. Clown, don’t let the name fool you, I assure you I am a doctor. Please tell me what is going on. Is it your head that is bothering you?” “Not where I hit it” I replied using air quotes, “I have fever chills, aches, can't keep anything down” “Down, that’s a good one.” Stinger said laughing, “As I remember it he likes them up” “Okay let’s get started,” the doctor said. He pulled out some metal stir-ups and gently lifted my legs and placed them in. He then grabbed my hips and pulled my ass closer to the edge of the exam table. Stinger had moved from the corner and was now next to me. Using what looked like ripped up strips of bed sheets, he tied my arms to the exam table, tying down my left, then moved around and did the same to the right. Once Stinger had secured me to the exam table, Dr. Clown and he moved to the center of the room. Stinger started to unbutton the lab coat the doctor, exposing the massive chest underneath. It was fucking huge. My eyes were glued to his body slowly being exposed. When Stinger was close to exposing the doctors cock and balls, he took one step and blocked my view. “Oh Doctor what a big instrument you have” Stinger said. “Better to infect you with” My eyes widened as Stinger stepped away, giving me my first look of the doctors cock and balls. I knew then my troubles had come back.

I prefer when the bottom doesn't get hard while getting bred because all concentration and feeling is centered in his cunt. I like his soft cock flopping around as he is getting rough fucked. I especially like the ones who can't even remember the last time they shot a load because it's all about their pussies - but, once in awhile accidents do happen and I end up fucking the cum out of the cock and sperm whore.

[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.

Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing here... please let me know what you think and feel free to comment. I plan on updating as often as possible. -- PART 1: Enter the Bear’s Den Taking a deep drag off the large, black cigar in my mouth, I let out a deep moan as the large, hairy bear now presently deep in my formerly tight ass slammed home one last time before announcing to the room he was cumming deep in my hole. I rested my head back, nose-jetting the thick acrid cigar smoke that I had just filled my formerly pick healthy lungs with and proceeded to rub my cock. I winced a little as the fresh PA now piercing the head of my dick moved from my slow jacking, which caused me to clench my hole involuntarily, trapping the thick throbbing member in my hole, milking the bear of his cum. The other men in the room cheered with words like “Poz that neg hole…” and “Fill up that cum dump..” as I took my cigar from my mouth and ran it over the new tattoo inked across my stomach. “Cumdump…” I thought to myself, smiling and thinking of the freshly inked words still throbbing on my skin, “definitely fits who I am now.” My transformation into the inked and pierced slut before these men was something my former self, a young, non-smoker who had barely ever taken a cock, much less barebacked, would never have imagined that he could have become. — It was a nasty breakup. Walking in on your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with a woman was something that I would have imagined seeing. I had just gotten home from my clinical rotation at the nearby hospital as was required by our medical program. Long nights, low pay, and lots of stress- these were all things they warn you of when you get into med school, but it never really sinks in until you are up to your eyes in patients. Matthew, my former boyfriend, was my first and only boyfriend. We had met in the first week of college and hit things off instantly. He had straight black hair, warm brown eyes, built like a brick shit-house, and a British accent that could make you cream your pants. I myself was a polar opposite, blonde hair, blue eyes, shorter with a swimmer’s build. Even though we picked different career paths, he always said he supported me because he knew it would mean a great life for both of us. What’s better than a doctor and lawyer on the checkbook? Every night when I got stuck doing rounds because either it was the proverbial full moon in the ER or an attending called in sick. I suspected things were going on when he stopped wanting to have sex, even though I usually was too tired from work or school to mess around. Things got tenser, as every time we were together he was glued to his phone, always making the excuse that it was someone from work with a question from the nonprofit he worked for. I brushed it off, think it was just stress getting to me. On the fated night, I had gotten the night off since I had too many hours and figured I’d surprise him with dinner, a movie, and a bottle of lube. I walked in and heard grunting coming from the bedroom of the small apartment we shared. Thinking I’d sneak in and surprise him on his workout, I burst the room, and yelled: “Ravish me with your…” Looking down, I saw him, in bed, deep inside the ditzy girl from down the hall. I stood there, staring as he jumped, jaw gaping, surprised at my entry as she squealed in delight. Words left me as he blurted out a rushed “oh shit…” and proceeded to pull out of the vapid blonde. I stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. He followed, reeking of sex and candy-scented perfume. “Babe… please…. I…” he started, his mild British accent trailing after me. Fuming, I looked at him before slowly growling out my reply through gritted teeth. “How long?” “I…. she…. it’s not what you think…” he stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot. “How. Long.” I replied, stepping towards him, punctuating each word with my finger in the center of his sculpted chest. “We…. only a few times….” he replied, looking down, knowing I was quickly getting to that dangerous quiet I got into before truly blowing up at someone. “A few times? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care if it was once. Get your shit and get out. I don’t care where you go, but you no longer live here.” I replied turning my back on him and looking out the windows. “Jake… hon….. you can’t do that… both our names are on the lease,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, reminding me of what was now obviously a stupid move I had made a year ago when we moved to the new apartment. “Fine,” I replied, “I’m going then. I’ll move my shit out when I get a new place. Have a great life asshole.” Grabbing my keys, I went into the bedroom, ignoring the dimwitted blonde slut on our bed, and began collecting things such as my clothes, a few pairs of scrubs, my phone charger, and a few toiletries. Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked down as the pink colored claws of the bimbo touched my arm, stopping me in the doorway. “Jake, honey, look…. I’m sor-“ she started, plastering the fake sad look on her face I’d seen countless people do when trying to apologize for something they aren't really that sorry for. “Bitch,” I growled out, “If you don’t move you hand in the next 5 seconds, I will move it for you. And I will make sure you require surgery.” She stepped away with a gasp, pulling her hand towards her chest, protecting it with the other like she had been physically hurt by my words. I grabbed my phone and proceeded out the door, taking the stairs next the elevator. Fuming, I climbed down the 12 flights of stairs and stepped out into the lobby, coming face to face with Matt for the second time, who had hastily thrown on a pair of jeans. “Sweetheart, please!” he said reaching for my hand and I walked through the lobby. “Let’s talk about this! We can work on this!” “Just like you worked on her pussy for fuck knows how long?!” I screamed out loud, catching the glances of several people in our building, including the sweet little old lady across the hall from us. “You’re making a scene,” Matt hissed, looking at me beseechingly. “And what do you call what I fucking walked in on?!” I screeched, throwing his hand that he had started to place on my shoulder, “What do you fucking call it when you walk on your formerly gay boyfriend shoving his cock up some balloon chest bitch, you asshole?!” Not wanting to hear his reply, I walked out the street, and pulled out my phone, ordering an Uber. — Looking down at my phone, I mostly ignored the admittedly hot Uber drive that had picked me up. I sent out a text to my friend Erika, asking if she would cover for me for a few days in the hospital, giving her a slightly abridged version of the night's events. After getting a solid yes and promising to go in greater details soon with her, I shut off my phone and looked up at my surroundings. “Excuse me…” I asked, getting the attention of the driver. “Yeah?” he replied, never letting his eyes off the road. “Where in the world are we?” I asked, looking around, not really recognizing the area. “Goin’ to where you told the app sir,” he replied with a bored sigh. Looking down at my phone, I realized I had somehow entered a gay bar named “The Bear’s Den” into the address that Matt and I had almost gone to meet friends at before we realized how seedy the place was, instead of the hotel I had picked earlier near work. “Shit… look I…” I started to reply, before realizing that I most definitely needed a drink, even if I never touched the stuff, “Actually, mind if we swing by a hotel first? Extra $20 in it for you.” “Make it $40 and I’ll wait for you at the hotel,” he said, pulling over on the side of the road and waited as I adjusted the address to a closer hotel. Pulling up, I noticed that the hotel wasn’t up to what I had grown accustomed to but definitely would do in a pinch. Then the attendant said that the only rooms they had left were smoking. Shit, I thought to myself. Not wanting to be a bigger delay for the driver, I quickly said fine, telling myself that it was only for a night. I quickly got my key, raced to the room, and threw everything in the closet before closing the door and making my way back to the car. Fifteen mins later, we were at the seedy bar and my Uber was driving away. I stepped into the bar and was immediately hit by a wave of thick cigar smoke, loud gay men chattering and what I could swear was the slight twinge of sex in the air. Looking around, I realized I definitely did not fit in dressed in a v-neck shirt and slightly too tight jeans, while the other men were wearing leather of some sort. Swallowing my pride, I stepped up the bar and ignored all the stares from the other guys. Turning to me, the bartender, a hot 30-something with brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect tan, and piercings in his ears and eyebrow looked me up and down before finally asking, “What will it be?” Thinking for a second, I finally blurted out a scotch, not wanting to look like a silly fag ordering something like a green apple martini. Nodding his head, he went to work making my drink before setting the glass and the bottle down in front of me and walking off. Suddenly, I was surprised by the guy who suddenly sat down next to me. 50's, shaved head, stormy gray eyes, tons of piercings including a septum ring, leather chaps, and vest, and definitely a muscle builder, he looked like something you would see in a leather daddy magazine. “Is this seat taken?” he asked in a deep booming bass voice, beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. “Nah… go ahead,” I replied looking down at the already half empty glass in front of me. “Bad night?” he asked, turning towards me. “You don't want to hear it…” I started. “Trust me I do. Whatever it is has you looking like you really could use that drink,” he said, eyeing the glass in my hand as I set it down from taking another swig, “You don't want to talk, I get it. Just figured I’d see if you needed a person to bitch to. That, and you seem kinda out of place here. I’m Jackson.” I took a look around again and swore I felt like everyone was looking at me still. He held out his hand, and I shook it. Then, grabbing my glass again, I downed it and let him fill it back up. Letting out a sigh, I retold him the night’s events, my previous history with Matt, everything. As I finished the story, not realizing that I had now downed 4 glasses of scotch, I let out a small sniff. “Fuck…” I sniffled, “I don’t know… Should I forgive him? Work things out?” Grabbing his cigar, he started lighting it up and I found my self slightly mesmerized by the ritual. Looking up at me, he nodded at the cigar in his hand, “You mind if I light up? I need a smoke after hearing that.” I shook my head, muttering something like ‘what’s one more cigar in here’ and watched as he brought the stick to life, making a bright cherry as he inhaled deeply on it. Blowing it to the side, he looked at the cigar before putting back in his mouth. “If it were me,” he started, “ And I’m just spitballing here, I wouldn’t. He obviously fucked up a good thing, all for a piece of sloppy meat attached to a pair of tits. If he wanted to fuck around, he should have asked you first. Made it your choice.” “Yeah… it’s just… I don’t know what to do. He's all I know...” I replied running my finger around the edge of my glass, watching as he inhaled deeply on the dark stick in his mouth. Watching me watch him as he smoked, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a second cigar, offering it to me. “Want one?” he asked, “Definitely one of the good ones. Not like those cheap gas station ones.” Starting at it, I drunkenly blurted out “I’ve never had one… I wouldn’t know what to do.” Pulling the cigar in his mouth out, he handed to me before putting the unlit one in his hand and grabbed the lighter on the bar, lighting it up expertly. “No worries guy,” he said, “Take my lit one.” Taking it into my hand, examined it. Looking at the thick smoke floating out of the end, the thick saliva coating the cut end. Sniffing it, I let out a slight ‘woah,’ noticing that it smelled completely different than the smoke. Finally building up my courage I stuck it in my mouth, and immediately breathed in the thick smoke. I knew, even drunkenly, this was a bad idea. I started hacking instantly, and he let out a chuckle. “Dude… I don’t think you’re quite ready for inhaling.” Stubbornly, I looked at him, alcohol slowly ebbing away at my logic before I took another, smaller inhale. Fighting another cough, I held it in before letting it out in the air. “Damn… I stand corrected,” he replied, shock written across his face as it slowly worked into a smile. Something that very few people know about me is that I can become really hard-headed when I drink. Normally I’m rather passive and tend to go with the flow, but with the alcohol, my messy break-up, and the guy laughing, I felt like I had something to prove. So, we continued smoking and drinking in silence, and to my dismay, my cock started getting hard. I tingled all over, and a started getting a bit of a headache. I went to grab another scotch when Jackson finally put his hand over the glass. “I think you’re done drinking there Buddy,” he said smiling and looking down at my bulge now obviously forming in my tight jeans, “No need to get whiskey dick.” Looking down at his pant, I noticed a monster slowing growing in his pants too. I let out a soft ‘holy fuck’ as I saw what easily looked like 10 inches growing in his tight leather pants. Matt had a nice sized 6” uncut cock, but we’d never fucked much since it always hurt a bit going in. We had always just sucked each other off. But for some reason, in my drink-addled mind, I almost wanted to ride this monster. Suddenly, Jackson was kissing the side of my neck, and whispered: “why don’t we go back to your place?” END OF PART 1

Virgin POZ Night (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I was strolling around my favorite bath house, when a booth awakened my attention. A note was pinned at the door: ‘Virgin POZ night’ was written in bright red letters. ‘Don’t wake the sleeping beauty’ was added. I heard there was some heavy breathing going on in the booth, but I had the feeling, that only one guy was in it, jacking off. There was no moaning from another party or so. So after a couple of minutes the door was unlocked and a guy I knew so well left the both, with his pants still open and a hard cock sticking out of it. Next to the door was a little blackboard and he drew a line and then left without even noticing me. I could see five marks already. ‘Nice’ I thought and entered the little booth. A blonde twink was laying with the front of his body downwards a short bench. I guess he must have been 18 or 19 the most. He was body was fixed with a strap tightly around his chest and around his lower back. He wouldn’t able to make a move – not an inch, but he was obviously asleep or knocked out more likely. His head was hanging down on one side of the bench. On the other side his cunt was leaking some cum. He had been used for quite a while it seemed. I was drawing a line on his sweat covered back. He shivered….. His hands had been tied to his back. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself, if he would be awake. His body was flawless. Not a single hair could be seen between his ass cheeks. “Beautiful…” I mumbled. I closed the door and locked it behind me. *Click* “Hmmmm… hm…..” he moaned and shook his head a little bit. “What…. where…. am I” he whispered. I was standing right behind him looking down at this young guy who seemed to regain consciousness. “Hello…. is there…. *sigh* is there someone….?” his voice was so soft. “Hey there” I said with my low voice, not getting myself into his view yet. “Sir… my head is spinning. I can’t move…. where am I” he asked slowly. It seemed like the thoughts he had formed slowly the sentences I heard. I didn’t know what to reply. I was sure he wasn’t suppose to know in which town he was or even that this was a biohazard bath house. “Could you…. please…. help me to get up? he stammered. While hearing the twinks soft voice I started massaging the lump in my jeans. “Uuuuugh…. I don’t feel good….. *sighs again softly* … my head is spinning” he sniffed. “Well how did you get here?” I asked with a worried tone. “Uuuuhm….I…. hmmmm….. I don’t know” he mumbled. “I just came around by accident and heard you moan – I came to see if everything was alright” I lied to him. “Are my hands tied Sir? I can’t move them…. could you please untie me?” “Someone handcuffed you behind your back….” I described to him. “Hmmmm…. ooooh…. hrmpf….. my ass is hurting so much. What is happening here? Please… can you open the handcuffs, please Sir” he begged. His head was still hanging down. He didn’t have the strength to raise it by himself. I walked around him and stroked him softly his hair. “Well… I can’t see the keys….” I made some noises like I was looking for a key. Then I grabbed his head and yanked it up violently. I pressed my groin area against his face. *Oooomph* His head had no chance to escape. I pressed my bulge against his him and he wailed a bit. “Can’t…. breathe….” he moaned in panic. “Open your mouth wide then – I am trying to help you here young man!” I exclaimed. The silly twink did just that and opened his mouth widely only to get more of my bulge into his stupid mouth. He tried to yank himself away, but that way he would just sprain his neck and I knew his pain, especially in the back of his neck would be extreme by now. He expelled his hot breath against my crotch. I could feel him fighting for breath, while I almost dry humped his face through my jeans. Then I moved away from the helpless boy. “No keys here…. no nothing….” I hissed. “Then….*gasps for air* please… do you got a mobile phone?” he asked me. “Please… call my parents. Tell them to pick me up.” he almost cried by now. “Calm down lad. Everything will be fine.” I tried to reassure him, that everything was alight. I crouched in front of him and he whispered his mom’s mobile phone number. I couldn’t almost understand every digit, but after I repeated I made sure I would safe this number. In expectation that I would call his mother immediately he gathered all his strength and lifted his head up again. He could only see my body up to my waist and didn’t understand what I was doing. I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and enjoyed to see the terror in his eyes rising. “You really don’t know why you are here, eh” I cackled gleefully. “You are the hole…. A hole for toxic dicks” I explained his fate to him. “Five guys have already fucked you up and now you will get the sixth viral load up your tight asshole” I smiled. “Wait – let me make a picture for your mom… one before…. and one after I POZ fucked you” I said coldly. “Smile for your parents…. smile for your mom” I grinned…

FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: Part1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me high, fuck me higher *There are multiple parts to this story and all will be posted in this thread* Part 1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me high, fuck me higher I first met Warren in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out – Part 2 THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN. Dwayne and Malcolm and had pimped me out and invited Warren over who got me high, then fucked the shit out of me. Warren was black, about 25 or so, taller than me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket when I met him. He had lots of tattoos and showed up with some white kid that he told me he had infected and was killing with his cum as he loaded me up with his toxic load in my ass. It had been over a week since my weekend with those boys and a lot had happened as Dr Mike had me quit my job, given me a contract to work for him, and set me out to find more of the nastiest infected dick and cum that the city had to offer as I had to elevate my treatment program. I had told Dr Mike about Warren and he said I needed to take a trip to Franklin Square and make sure my biohazard ass got used well and good by his crew– no limits beyond no fisting. I went to Franklin Square a couple times, walked around, and finally after asking several guys, was directed to an alley behind a high class office building that housed one of the largest political lobbying firms in the city. I could see Warren had a couple guys working for him dealing drugs who were posted at ends of the alley by the big yellow, metal bollards that protected the edges of the buildings from any trucks that might accidently hit them. The guys took care of most of business at the ends of the alley, sending a runner back to the loading dock where I was told Warren camped out to get what was needed. Folks in the park sad there was always a couple other guys hanging around with Warren who were there to protect the stash and that they were all bad motherfuckers and no one to trifle with. Unlike most alleys, this one was a dead end as it opened into a small “L” shaped lot behind the building, big enough for delivery trucks to drive in and back up to the dock and just a couple cars to park, so no one went back there who wasn’t meant to be there. The only other way out was a gated walkway between two buildings on the other side that was also covered by some of Warren’s boys. I decided to try the alley, approached one of the guys, and told him I was there to see Warren. He said, “I don’t know no one named Warren, now you here to do some business or if not, step the fuck off.” I shook my head and said, “Look man, Warren invited me personally for his own business, so unless you want me out here hollering his name to get his attention, maybe you could send your friend here back to tell him I am here?” The guy nodded to the runner kid, who took off, came back within a minute, nodded, and the guy let me pass. Even though it was about 3:30 p.m., the alley was fairly dark due to the tall buildings and I could see that Warren was waiting for me in the middle of the alley, with a couple other guys, all young, as I approached. He laughed and shook his head and said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, “Well well well, if it ain’t my little white slut. Look boys, this here’s the cunt I was telling you about, what brings you down to Franklin Square?” Even though there were no windows in the backs of the buildings, I was nervous and did not really feel like talking in the middle of the alley, so asked if we could speak someplace more private. Warren looked around, smiled, nodded towards the loading dock and I followed him up the stairs. There were a couple folding chairs, a small box between them with an ashtray and a couple black dinner plates full of cigarette butts, a small college dorm sized-fridge full of beer and liquor with a big orange extension cord running to a side wall, and a small radio with a wad of aluminum foil on the end of the antenna playing mostly static with the occasional clip of music. Warren sat, pulled out a baggy, dumped some cigarette butts off a plate, poured out some lines and offered them to me along with a well used rolled up dollar bill. I sniffed the lines, felt the burn kick in and the rush and sat back and let out a big breath. Damn!! That shit made me horny just like that! Warren took a hit and I asked him, “Isn’t it kind of risky being back here? What if someone comes out of the building? What about the guards?” He snorted, wiped his nose and said, “Some of my best customers work in this building, and more close by, so prime real estate and they get all their deliveries early in the morning. The guards – shit – they just boys from the hood that they pay minimum wage to sit on their ass and walk the halls once every 2 hours. A little green, a little weed, some pussy of any flava on the side and these boys are no worry. Frankly they look out for us, part of the protection crew.” The plate was offered to me again, and I realized I wanted to be all in and not beat around the bush, so did another line as Warren asked me again, “So, why you down my way?” I looked Warren square in the eye and said, “Just trying to be a white slut for your cum, and you promised you could get me as much of it as I wanted, so how bout it BOY – you think you can get your shit up?” Warren laughed, set the plate down and walked over by a stack of wooden pallets that had been covered with old, blue moving blankets. I followed and looked behind the pallets at the pretty good-sized area that was partially enclosed by the pallets and a cinder block wall that jutted out. The area was about 15x10 feet and the concrete floor was covered by a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes with a couple more moving blankets strewn about. There were some old condoms scattered around, cigarette butts, used needles, and a bottle of rum, so this place clearly saw regular use for all kinds of shit. While I was taking this in, Warren unbuckled his jeans and as his 11-inch dick plopped out said, “Get your ass over here! I’ll show you what I got up!” I stepped closer, gave Warren a cocky smile, spit twice on his dick, and said, “Yeah yeah, all I am hearing is talk man, just talk.” Warren snarled at me while I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them around my ankles, and braced my hands on my knees. He shook his head and said, “Get those damn things off, I want you naked like a good slut should be,” Warren spat out. He then tried spitting on my hole, but hit my back. He spit in his hand instead and shoved a wet finger up my ass. “Oh yeah, feel that nice pink hole grab my finger – damn! You know what I like, now push that shit out so I can see what I get to run up in,” Warren said. He then stepped away from me and hollered, “Yo Tommy, bring my plate over to me,” and stepped back and spit and gave me two fingers. He was fingering my ass when I heard someone walk up. The other guy did not say a word, but Warren snorted, snorted again, rolled his wet fingers on the plate and coated them in white. As Warren then shoved his coated fingers in my pink hole giving me a Franklin Square Special, Tommy walked over in front of me. I glanced side ways at him as he came around and he was tall, skinny, had on jeans, Timberland boots, black t-shirt, and braids with a long, scraggly beard and a nice smile as he held out the plate for me with his right hand. I took the dollar bill, which now had a pretty wet end from going in Warren’s nose. I sniffed to lines, set the bill back and braced myself as the shit in my nose and up my hit and I was feeling good and fucked up. “Come on man, what are you doing back there? Trying to knit or what?” I said as I laughed. Warren’s other hand flashed out and SLAM, slapped my ass. “Shut the fuck up!” Warren growled. “Tommy, let me see that plate, going to get this fucker flying so you and me can get buck wild up on that hole, you hear me? He likes it shoved up his little pink hole, damn look at that!!! That pink hole gets nice and red and puckers right up tight!!! Jesus fuck! Wanna see me fuck him Tommy? Wanna see me tear up that hole? Huh Tommy? Wanna?” As Warren continued babbling to I began to wonder if this guy named Tommy was his friend that he said was locked up in the Prince George’s County jail. My ass was burning red hot now and I started to move away from Warren a little when – SLAM – he slapped ass again and said, “Damn it! Just stay the fuck where you at. I am going to so fucking beat that ass red later, but right now got a hot load of jizz to shove up your shitter. Give me that hole!” With that Warren slammed his dick into my resisting hole. His 11-inch black raw dick tore my skin as he forced through my ass ring. My ass burned more intently as his dick worked the white powder into my open hole. “Give me that black snake, come on now, just fuck it, fuck it! Make that snake spit, make it spit,” I said as I urged Warren on. “Yeah? You want that gutta snake spitting up in that ass pussy? Bruise that hole good for you? Gonna fuck rough you bitch, get you ready to make me some money, right? That what you want? I’m gonna run a train of nasty dick up deep into that ass” Warren asked. “Wanna make this money man some cash with a torn up pink pussy? Oh yeah, that’s it, push back on it, show me you want it, push back, open that hole, open that hole, TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS CUM YOU FILTHY SLUT!!!! Warren bred me dirty, raw, and nasty and filled me with a hot thick load of his infected cum. He pulled out of my ass and I turned around to lick him clean, but before I could Tommy got on one knee, leaned in, and sucked Warren to the hilt without blinking. No gag reflex in that throat at all – fuck! He must have learned that happy little trick in prison. Warren saw me looking at Tommy in awe, laughed, and said, “Don’t get it twisted, Tommy here is all man and will fuck you till Sunday with a big black dick just a large as mine, but back here, he’s my bitch and I need to remind him now and again of his place.” Tommy finished cleaning Warren’s dick of my ass juice, Warren zipped up and said, “You two hang and enjoy yourselves a bit. I got some business to take care of and will send the boys out to pass the word that we looking for nasty, raw, and get-up-in-that-hole dick, so come place your order.” Warren chuckled as he said the last part and then headed down the concrete steps to meet up with the other boys. STAY TUNED FOR PART 2- Tommy the Freak and the Train Begins

1980 I was a very late-bloomer. Delayed. I was a short, skinny kid and picked-on pretty much constantly in school. I also acted and talked a little like a girl. I kept trying to talk in a deeper voice, but it just sounded scratchy and obviously fake. So I became pretty much silent. It wasn't too hard because I was used to being alone. Nobody said it, but I figured out that I was an "accident" all on my own. By the time I was born, my two sisters were already teenagers. They ignored me and my parents were always tired. We lived on a farm and there were no kids my age for miles. So I just wandered around in pastures and fields and daydreamed. By the time I was about to start 8th grade, not much had changed. My sisters were both married with families of their own. They came home to visit sometimes. It was late July and I was just lingering on the front porch swing with a bunch of barn cats hovering around me. Through the screen door, I heard my mom and oldest sister talking: "Well, he's not going out for football again this year. I guess that's good because he's so small and fragile. He's not really developing. He didn't even need new school clothes." "Can he lift weights or something?" "I can't picture him doing that. He might get hurt. Oh well, he'll always be my little boy." "He's 13, Mom." That was all I needed to hear. I had to grow. Somehow. What weights could I lift here in the middle of nowhere?? I'd figure out something. That evening I went behind a row of hedge trees and held my arms out straight like I was Jesus on the cross. It started to hurt after 60 seconds, 120 seconds...but I had to toughen up. I held them out until my shoulders just gave out. I could barely lift my fork at dinner that night. Still sore the next morning, I just decided to run...as fast as I could for as long as I could. sometimes I'd get so far from home, that they'd notice I was gone and come looking for me. I got addicted to pain because everybody knows the pain toughens you up. I also loved to sweat. It was like the non-toughness was seeping out of my pores. Mom finally forbid me from running so far from home. "If you want to run, just take laps around the old shed. It's flat dirt there." So that's what I did...over and over again in temperatures that sometimes got over 100. I overdid it once or twice. You know when your sweat stops and you feel cold, that you should have already stopped a while ago. I also wasn't changing. No muscles and my voice hadn't changed at all. Once I recovered from that, I still hadn't noticed much improvement. I knew I was still girly and defective. So I upped the effort. Out in our closest pasture there was a row of junked cars, trucks and tractors. I would go look at them when I needed some comfort. So fascinating. Something that was once new and functioning was now dead and useless. My oldest sister's first car was here. It was a pink Rambler that I can barely remember when it was drive-able. I don't think I ever rode in it. I was studying it when a dangerous idea entered my head... "The Toughness Test" is what I called it. I'd sit inside the car with all the windows rolled up. It would get unbearably hot within less than two minutes. I toughed it out as long as I could before fumbling outside, panting and feeling the hot August air soaking up my many pints of sweat. I tried to last longer and longer each time. The last time I did it, was the weekend before school started. Time was almost up and I needed to change in so many ways. I sat in the car and baked for what seemed like a long time. The longest ever as far as I could tell. Sheets of perspiration washed over my face. This would do the trick! Once the sweating stopped, I knew it was probably best if I quit for right now. I made it out of the car somehow, but couldn't walk. my head was pounding and my vision was blurry. The wind roared through me as a thunderstorm moved in. 1986 It was my last year of high school. I'd grown a lot taller and bulkier. My voice got deeper, but I didn't use it much. Once you stay silent for a long enough time, it becomes a habit and part of who you are. Sometimes I wondered if all this growth had been ignited by that one last toughness test. I remained addicted to pain and tests of endurance. I lifted weights in the gym every chance I could and ran for hours. I'd regularly run to the county line and back. When the weather was bad, I'd do hundreds of push-ups in my room. Maybe I'd be more of a man if I could just keep pushing this gay thing out of me. Yeah, I finally heard all the words for it. I knew it was a bad thing. I could fix it. I went to a state college that September. It was just far enough away that it was impractical for me to live at home. I stayed in a dorm and went to classes and wrote papers. I only decided to major in journalism because you had to major in something. I read the campus newspaper daily, and wondered if I really wanted to be part of all that. The stories were usually pretty good. AIDS was a big story there and everywhere. It was a gay disease that was caused by semen. There was a big fuss about whether free condoms should be handed out to students. There was even a gay group on campus. No way in hell could I ever let another person know I was gay...even if the other person was gay too. It had dawned on me over the past months that I could never "fix" myself. I just kept quiet. Right before finals, there was a small story in the paper about how a male student was raped in the fitness center. They used his full name! The rapist or rapists had not been caught. I knew enough about things, that he'd most likely been fucked in the ass with a dick. That had to hurt pretty bad. And it might also mean he'd been given the AIDS virus. Poor guy. That story stayed with me for a long time. I'd never been to the fitness center. My addiction to exercise had faded for the most part. Now I was getting curious about the place. Maybe next year. I went back home for Christmas and it was as awful as I expected. Both parents commented on how much weight I'd gained...in a complimentary way, like they were proud or something. It was annoying, especially after they kept patting my stomach. The sisters were bitchy as usual and each said overly-long, religious blessings before every meal. I had to get out of there. Fast. I made an excuse for why I had to go back and left as soon as I could. The campus was so quiet and empty, almost haunted. Because I had nothing else to do, I went jogging. Felt like old times...even though I was a little out of practice. But the burn in my legs and lungs felt good. I missed this. I ran past the student fitness center several times. There were two cars in the lot. Something made me super alert whenever I looked at that building. I knew but also didn't know why. This would be a good time to start lifting weights again. It would be clean and empty. Maybe tomorrow...or tonight. It was open 24 hours a day and was free if you had a student I.D. Classes started in a week, and a few more students started trickling back. I'd been going to the fitness center every other day, getting acquainted with some of the new weights I'd never seen back in my dinky high school locker room. There was almost always a group of guys there who didn't seem too interested in lifting weights. They just sat and talked, and watched. I called them "The Owls" because they were all eyes. Three of them were guys around my age and then one older guy who was maybe a teacher or something. I got used to them and we'd nod 'hello' sometimes. It was weird that they all seemed to move in a synchronized way. Like those birds who all change direction mid-air at the same time. The owls were just part of the scenery now, and I stopped noticing them. The day before Winter Break was officially over, I went to go enjoy the empty gym one last time. It was almost sunset by the time I got around to it. There were more cars this time. Great. People were coming back. I'd probably have to come very early in the morning from now on. I wondered if I'd ever like other human beings. Friends would be nice some day. I went in and there six other students there, not including the owls. I focused on feeling the burn and making this workout count. Time flew by and then the sun was all the way down. I decided to shower here again. It was clean and always empty. I hated this new soap I'd swiped from home. It smelled too perfume-y. Woman soap. I'd probably just leave it here and go to Kroger's to get my regular kind. That's where my brain was at when everything changed. There were others in the shower room. I sensed them right before I heard them. The Owls? Someone else? My face was wet and soapy so I could only see that there were three of them and they were naked. Just other guys showering, but all at once? I felt my heart race...but not in a bad way. A few of the lights went off. It wasn't completely dark, but much dimmer than before. Something might be going down. Then I was slammed to the tiled floor. Probably broke my nose. No idea. It happened fast. One guy had ahold of my wrists and another had an iron grip on my ankles...while still another was kneeling on my back. I was helpless and in shock. I was watching this from afar. I wasn't really there. "Just cooperate or I'll break your fucking neck and stuff you in a dumpster." I couldn't say anything because I wasn't actually there, was I? I was being attacked. I still remembered the full name of the guy who had been raped here. Was that going to happen to me now? I'd never say a word to anyone. No matter what. "I give up. I won't fight you." "Atta' boy! See? I told you he'd be cool with this. I just knew." I could smell disinfectant and soap and steam. My nose was bleeding pretty bad. "Two of us have the AIDS bug and two of us maybe have it. Which do you want first? No answer? Okay. It doesn't really matter anyway...not for you." And then somebody spread my legs out and I felt his nude body weigh down my back. His mouth was in my ear. "First time?" I made a noise that sounded like "yes" "It'll be okay. I was eleven when my cherry got popped. You're at least older than that." His hard penis was sandwiched between my wet ass cheeks. He just kept moving them up and down, masturbating himself. If this all butt sex was, it wasn't so bad. No. Then he tried to put it inside of me and it wouldn't go in. It hurt so bad. He was excited now and very determined to drill me down there. PAIN! Holy shit! It was impossible pain, but I was old friends with unbearable pain. I could do this. I wanted to do this. This was just another toughness test. "Shit, man. You are so tight and not even yelling with my giant cock all the way inside you. I'm the biggest of all of us, so the rest will be way easier." And then he started thrusting urgently. I felt a part of me melt and wanting to really enjoy the sensation. I was almost there, when his body grew rigid. "I'm coming, kid! It's all going deep in your guts!!! YEAAH!!!" I wish I could have felt it swirl around inside and mix with my blood. The second guy was smaller than the first, and much quieter. He came quickly. Sometime during the third guy's assault, I had my own orgasm. It just felt so good now. Felt right. I had finally passed the ultimate toughness test. No one on Earth was as tough as me now. The last guy was so close to coming that he just had the others hold me up and cover my eyes while he pushed his dick in my mouth. I felt all of the veins against my lips. I wanted this as a reward for enduring the pain from before. It was. It was hot and tasted a little like lemons. Shit, I could live on that fluid! He still had some drops left that he pushed into my bloody nose. More tainting. "You can uncover my eyes now. I really liked this and want to do it again. Tomorrow? I'll give you my address." But I suddenly found out that my eyes were just closed. I was alone on a wet shower floor. I knew it really happened, though, because my nose and ass were both bleeding. I cleaned up as best I could. AIDS would be another toughness test, I guess, but I was ready for the challenge. For any challenge. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you liked this story. I know I liked sharing it. If you're satisfied with it and want to go somewhere else on BZ now, I appreciate your time. Thank you. The actual ending is a very different and not at all sexy. A 'wood-killer', you might say. Don't read any further if that is a concern. This is something I needed to write. ALTERNATE ENDING August 22, 1980 It was 102 outside and yet everybody was out looking for Judy Irwin's missing son. At first his mom and dad thought he was just hiding somewhere because school was starting soon. Then when a full 24 hours went by, they went driving around before finally calling the sheriff. The mother worried he'd started his peculiar running habit and been hit by a truck. Those truckers drove so fast and so crazy in that area. Or maybe he'd been kidnapped. Everybody looked and everybody made phone calls. Now half the county was out searching for the boy. Irwin was still darkly tanned by the long days out working in the field, but the tan only barely covered the pale panic he felt. Damn kid! He had always been odd, but this was too much. The boy's brother-in-laws were both pitching in, calling his name: "JESSE!!!!" By the third day, the panic was slowly giving way to grief. The drought that Summer had dried u all the creeks and ponds. Fewer neighbors showed up for the search. The mother stayed by the phone. She hardly slept and couldn't remember the last time she ate. She worried that she had failed the boy. Ever since she had her hysterectomy, she'd nearly forgotten about him. Jesse was a new teenager and probably feeling a lot of things he wanted to talk about. He was just a strange boy who did strange stuff at times. She nor her husband knew what to make of Jesse at times. If he came home, she wouldn't make him go back to school. He could miss a year or be tutored. She just wanted him home. Irwin was feeding the cows and trying not to fall apart. It was almost supper time and the sun was getting lower and pinker in the sky. He adjusted his overalls a bit because they were a size too large. This was probably his fault, he thought. He kept forgetting about that boy. He was a hard-working man with no time for trying to understand this weird kid. He didn't know much about the boy. Well, he knew that Jesse liked old cars. He loved going with Irwin when he went to the junkyard in Hullard to look for parts. It was the only thing they shared---the love of junk and old cars. He'd never thought to look in his own private junk collection under the hedge trees. There wasn't anything there that could hurt him badly. He might be hiding there...but for four days? He'd need food before that long, right? His steps quickened as he saw the row of old cars and assorted wreckage. He searched and searched until finally arriving at Linda's old Rambler. That horrible heap of a car. He saw the boy inside. Still and blistered and covered by flies. Irwin carried the small body up toward the house. He gave out a cry that sounded almost like the note of a song.

Sunday night I posted an ad on CL looking to get fucked. I got a reply and after a bit of back and forth and pic exchange I was over at this young black guy's house. Well, more specifically in the lot behind his apartment building, where he was waiting for me on an old couch. I knelt down and started sucking his dick which grew into a 7 inch tool. I sucked him for about 10 minutes until I got the lube out of my pocket and started working some into my ass as I was sucking him. We hadn't talked about condoms so I set one next to the lube on the couch. After a few more minutes of sucking he ordered me to bend over on the couch. I got in position and he grabbed the lube and smeared some on his dick. He put the lube down and knocked the rubber to the ground as he slid his bare cock in me. He went slow at first, but once he got me opened up he started slamming that rod into me, pulling out all the way and shoving it back in over and over until finally he went balls deep and started blasting my insides with cum. As he was shooting he kept fucking and I could feel his dick getting slick with cum as he worked his load all around my hole. Once he was satisfied he pulled out and presented me his dick to clean off. He went back inside and I went home. He emailed me after I was home saying he wanted to breed me regularly. I mentioned that it was so hot when he just blew his nut inside and never asked if I wanted it. His reply to that was "I'm an alpha... Pull out is for porn... Alphas shoot it deep into your guts. It's not supposed to be an option.." That only made me hard again and I had to jerk myself off for my own release. As I write this I'm sitting here with another load from him inside me, he fucked me two more times this week.

Looking forward to going to my first Cumunion next month in Pittsburgh.

LMAO! are you kidding me?? he seriously thought no one would want to fuck a beefy thick built man?! that's whack! lol that escort agency was stupid XD I'm a skinny young guy and that's technically my fantasy. I hate how the 'bottom' guys are always viewed as weak/passive. It's not true at all. The bottom guy is actually VERY powerful. First of all, being bottom hurts for most guys, and a lot of guys can't do it (like me, because i'm a whimp) so i'm a top (not saying all tops are whimps though... ♥) If a guy is a bottom and actually ENJOYS being a bottom, then he's pretty tough then... You can even see it in this video here for an example... http://www.gaytube.com/media/3168092/gaytube_gay_413/ ^that video drives me WILD and i've been watching it and jerking off to it for years :} it's soooo hot seeing that AGGRESSIVE BOTTOM STUD VIGOROUSLY AND MERCILESSLY SLAM his THICK ASS onto the other guy's penis even while keeping him restrained by his wrist and leaving with absolutely NO ESCAPE And staring up into his eyes, just knowing that he now has my cock and that there's no way i can get out, and just knowing that he's getting exactly what he wants out of me and will get EVERYTHING he wants out of me after i blow me load deep inside of him :} and knowing he's in full control :} and it will not stop until he is satisfied :} I actually fantasize about finding a nice bottom man who would own my cock for his use as often as possible with an intense and insatiable appetite for sex which he would use me for every single day :} whether he wants my load in his mouth or inside his ass (it'd be up to him really, but i would mostly enjoy him wanting it in his mouth more often) As a matter of fact, I actually DID have a man who fit that description. It was a relative i lived with a long time ago. He was tall muscular man and he would always ride my cock EXACTLY like that :} I also felt a deep connection with him also whenever we've did it :} I LOVED the feeling of feeling SAFE and SUBMERGED deep inside of him, even when he would suck me off for a long time, i would get that same feeling of him SHELTERING me and LOVING me and PROTECTING me :} I know that all sounds very strange but it was true. That's how i knew i was total top. Only problem is, nowadays i can't really get hard while fucking a guy because my penis has gotten to use to my hand, and because of my type 1 diabetes, but if i take Cialis, then the bottom man would have COMPLETE control of my cock :} and it shouldnt take too long for me to learn to cum inside of his ass, if his ass is smooth, thick, and fresh enough :} i'm considering asking my doctor for a prescription. even though i'm 21 years old, i definitely believe i would still qualify due to having type 1 diabetes and that it'd be covered by my state health insurance, even after i move to Florida, (hopefully)

I'm glad you don't suck cock. It'll mean more time sucking your cock.

Yesterday. Parked in an underground garage, walked behind a dude's car where he was standing. On my knees and he pulled down his shorts. Sucked his cock till it was hard. He then ordered me to sit on the ground with my head against the bumper. He grabbed the back of his car and fucked my face until he blew a 2 week load down my throat. Not usually into public stuff, but that was a pretty hot 5 minutes ;).

I have had brothers, but not twins.....yet

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@drscorpio-- Is that a challenge where you live?? @xxww-- On my partner and I's first date he told me that he had NEVER not eventually cheated on past BFs. On our one year anniversary he said "Wow, I've never gone a whole year without cheating, it must be love!" On our second anniversary he didn't say shit... so I knew! So from day one we always knew that eventually we would open it up. (BTW, I highly recommend reading all the Dan Savage you can. He is a sex advice columnist, author, gay right activist, genius, etc...I owe a lot of my own personal and relationship happiness to Dan.) I just don't believe in monogamy. I mean I believe it exists...it not Big Foot or the Loch Ness monster! I just believe that we as mammals, and don't forget that we are nothing more than animals with car keys, are not programmed for monogamy. Its in our DNA. In the entire animal kingdom I think there are only three or four species scattered through out the entire clave of life forms that practice monogamy. Also, on the subject of rules..and everyone is different and must do what works for them. Most couples have rules by which they live. This is what works for us. The rules are...we have no rules! For us when you start setting perimeters like, "Catholics are fine but not during lent on Fridays, and only with people whose name starts with S and ends with Q, and never a vegetarian unless they eat fish, etc..." that when things become dicey. That when it becomes easy to fuck up and accidentally hurt someones feelings and not even mean to for no good reason. There are one or two things that we live by and its not rules as much as it is just the way we live. Like no romance with our fuck buddies. Neither of us is looking for anything other than dick anyway and that just keeps it neat and clean. And lots of communication. Just keep talking and communicating. And thats it. Those are our...not rules...commandments?? No, that totally doesn't sound right. Beliefs. Those are our beliefs. I can't even explain to you how much closer its brought us. And our interpersonal sex life is through the roof and off the chain! I get a hard just listening about an encounter he had. Hell, I get a hard on watching him have an encounter. And vise versa. I guess its not for everyone but mark my words and I'll sign it...eventually someone will stray. My aunt and uncle married for 48 years were always my go-to example that people can have long term relationships. Last year we found out my Uncle has been cheating for years. So yes--eventually someone will stray. Its literally in our genes (and jeans!) to spread seed.

Little brother comes home with his right ear pierced, he is flagging in so many ways.

GAITHERSBURG, MD. - Was pretty horny but couldn't decide if I wanted to top or bottom. Hopped on all the sites and got a hit on BBRT (I'm BottomBreeder on there) from a sexy 27 year old with a boyfriend. He said he wanted to take my load and then surprise his boyfriend at work with my load in his hole. It sounded fun but the timing wasn't going to allow this to happen for a couple of hours. So I prepped my hole just in case any tops hit me up. One ended up grabbing me on Scruff and agreed to nut and run as soon as I was ready. I told him what hotel but I don't give the room # out until I'm ready. The fucker was sitting in the hotel parking lot 15 minutes later based on his geolocation on Scruff. LOL So I knew he was for real. I prepped my hole and continued to look for other potential fucks. I ended up taking the rather large guys load (belly, not cock) anonymously and he shot a nice load rather quickly. I signed onto Grindr and recognized the BBRT guy's pic and it said he was like 1500 feet away. So I texted him and he said he was close by looking for another load..... shorty there after saying, "Hey, can you breed me now?" So I said sure and he came up. He got undressed right away and knelt down to suck my cock. He had those assless undies on that drive me wild. Soon I had him on the bed and I was eating his glorious boyhole. He tasted so good! We hit the poppers and I spun him around to get my dick wet again. He did a nice quick job of lubing up my cock and then I spun him back around and slid in. I fucked him for about 4 or 5 minutes before blowing my load. We talked about how hot it was he was going to be taking my nut to his boyfriend to use as lube. So when my cock softened up and it was time to slide out he put an incredible grip on my cock! He was almost sucking it back in with his ass! He wanted to milk every drop of cum out of my cock! That was hot. He asked if I would snap a pic, I obliged. My cum was so deep inside of him that none was really visible except some of the clear cum oozing down his butt. I texted him today and he said his boyfriend loved it and to hit him up again anytime I'm in the DC area!

I had been barebacking for years and never asked guys their status. While I was never an overt chaser, the idea of taking POZ Cum turned me on. I loved reading Conversion Stories. Today I write ‘em. I suppose I wanted to get bred all along. In the late fall I connected with a guy from Gay.Com. He was a real Bareback Pig.! We'd both stopped using Condoms, gloves, and other Safe Sex paraphernalia. When he fingered my Pussy, I asked him to fuck me. He said he'd have to pull out cause he didn't want to cum up my Ass. I asked him why not; and he said that he was POZ, and I was still NEG. I almost flipped! Never before had I known in advance that the guy about to fuck me was POZ. That was a first! In essence I got down on my knees and begged him for his Cum! He got this shit eatin' grin on his face. "Let's see if I got this straight. You WANNA get POZZED ?" "FUCK, YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME!" He started to screw me like there was no tomorrow, ranting about the Bad Seed he was about to plant up my Butt; that there could be no turning back; and that, from that day forth, all my partners would be at risk. I got rock hard. He told me he was gonna shoot. We both came—he up my Ass—and I, all over my chest—probably the most prolific Load of my life. He stayed the night. I took a couple more Loads and gave him two back. I fisted him for over an hour. After that we talked of the BUG till the morning sun shone blood red on our Dicks. He made me promise to call him if and when I got "the Flu." Nine days later I woke up sick as a dog and soaking wet. I called him and told him I didn't feel so good. He stressed how awesome it would be if I hit the Baths—while my immune system was depressed and my Viral Load was outta sight. THOUGH I FELT LIKE SHIT, I dragged my Butt down to the Tubs. I ended up taking five Loads up the Ass and two down my throat. But there was a price to pay for my contagious escapade—I almost had to crawl home to bed where I stayed put for a week. It was spring before I finally got tested. I don't know why I postponed it so long. The Baths were offering free HIV testing, and I availed myself. Two weeks later I called and gave my code-number to the little Fairy on the other end of the line. He hemmed and hawed, and ended up making me an appointment with a Counselor. She turned out to be a loquacious old spinster, who commiserated with me for half an hour before pronouncing me POZ. I could barely keep a straight face. That night I had dinner with my NEG ex-Lover. As usual, I fucked his Ass. So far I have 5 confirmed Conversions to my credit, the first being the aforementioned ex-Lover, and the latest, a neat little drama student down the hall.

FS Part 6 We entered a tent just behind two trailers, which blocked the view of all the riders that were in front of them. I had been humiliated enough with the men watching and jerking as I was fucked, let alone the walk of shame I endured with their cum hanging from my face and hair. I was at the point where I just wanted this over so I could go home. I wanted fun, but doubt that this was really what I was looking for. This is not fun this was death. Muscle fucker stood beside me in the tent, hands on his hips and a grin on his mug. There wasn't much in the tent except for a few bails of hay. Was this where we were going to meet the twins? Fear took over my mind and I tried to move, but was quickly grabbed by muscle fucker. “You are going to like the twins” he said, “just give them a moment and they will show up” “I don't fuck animals you twisted fucker” “Ha you got fucked by me and I'm an animal” he replied, “what the fuck do you think the twins are?” “Horses” “Oh and you call me twisted” he said “you are way off, just wait and see” I wanted answers but know i wasn't going to get them from muscle fucker. So I waited. It seemed as if time ticked by as if every second was an hour. I had convinced myself that the twins would not show, who would want my sloppy hole after all the cock and cum I had taken, but I was wrong. A small hand slowly appeared at the flap in the tent and moved cautiously, pulling the flap to the side. I could see a small framed man standing there, peering inside the tent. Another hand appeared taking the flap from the first, exposing another figure right behind the first, but something was odd about this. The two slowly moved more into the light, I could see two men in their late thirties, dark hair, scruffy faced. The moved slowly in back to back. “The twins, Jon and Don” The moved until they were at a side view in front of me. It was then I realized that they were connected from about just below the shoulder blade and it continued up to the base of their necks. It appeared as if two people were glued together but still remained independent of each other. “Sexy he is” one of the twins said “Fuck him good we will” “Me first” “No me first” They were like two small kids fighting for their turns at play. “You both can fuck him” muscle fucker said I didn't wait to be told, I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, then turned, bent over and winked my hole at them. I was confused, I wanted to head home not 15 minutes ago and now I just beaconed the twins to fuck me with my hole. “Horny he is” one twin said, at this point I didn't know who was who and I really didn't care. I straightened up walked over and dropped to my knees in front on one twin. “Doing what, he is” the other said I pulled the string on the pants in front of me and they dropped to the twin’s ankle. His cock was slowly twitching and frowning in front of my eyes. Licking my lips I moved closers. I could smell the funk coming from the crotch of this twin. The odor was intoxicating. I could feel my heart beat in my temples and hear it in my ears. It was like a natural poppers. My tongue darted out and made contact with the growing cock. I tasted piss, cum and ass. I licked the cock and balls as if they were my last meal. Pre-cum started oozing from the piss slit of the cock. “Jon is a huge leaker” muscle fucker said - now I knew who was who for now at least. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked. My mouth filled with so much pre-cum that I thought Jon had shot his load. My lips slowly slide down his cock, coating the soft skin with my spit. “Mine you suck now” Don said loudly I could see his pants drop behind Jon, as I slid my mouth back and forth on his hard cock. My tongue was enjoying the pre-cum as it flowed from his piss slit, sweet and salty. It mixed with my spit naturally slicking up his shaft. I moved quickly around to Don, engulfing his hard cock into my mouth, until I was pressed into his crotch hair. “No fair, my cock you come back and suck again” I continued to suck on the hard cock in my mouth, ignoring the whiny cry of Jon who only wanted my mouth on his cock again. Don’s cock leaked pre-cum just like his twin. I didn't hesitate to swallow every drop flowing from their cocks. Dropping Don’s cock out of my mouth, I spit in my hand and reached under my balls to spread the spit and pre-cum mixture on my hole. “Dumb shit, as much cum that's up your ass you won't need that” muscle fucker said. “Fuck off” both Don and Jon said at the same time. I stood and turned, presenting my ass and hole to the twins. As much as I was fearing and regretting the fucks before this, there was a drive in me that wanted to get more cock and cum from the freaks. Don stepped forward, grabbing my hips and sliding his cock deep in my hole. His cock was not as big as the ones before him, but it felt good in my loose hole. He pulled out and pushed back in. He used his full weight when slamming back in, causing me to have to brace myself so I would not fall forward. “My turn” Jon yelled. The shuffled around and Jon pushed his leaking cock deep within. He pumped his cock in and out, felt just like Don fucking me. These twins were identical in every way, looks, speech, and fucking. I glanced over at muscle fucker who was rubbing his cock through his jeans and smiling very coy. I knew he wanted in my hole again. The twins turned again, giving Don another go at my hole. I could feel cum leaking out with each pump of their cocks. I imagined their pre-cum flowing more and more from their piss slits as the fucked me. After a short time, they turned and switched again. I moaned each time they turned and rammed their cocks into me. Muscle fucker was still rubbing the hard tube now running down the leg of his jeans, licking his lips. I wanted to have the twins cum fast so I could get fucked by muscle fucker and take his poz load again. I lost track of which twin was fucking me with all the switching and turning. Who ever was fucking me slammed in deep and his cock twitched and jumped over and over shooting its huge load deep in my hole. He screamed as he shot and his legs shook. He pulled out and they switched again. This twin rammed in me as I felt the first shot of cum hit my hole. His cock jumped and pumped as he screamed and shook just like his twin. “Loads were huge” both twins said at the same time. My legs felt weak as their cum mixed in my hole with the other loads in me. My head began to swim as dizziness took over. My vision left me in darkness and I dropped to the floor.

Hello all. Been reading this site for a few years now but finally decided to contribute. Married with a slut of a wife that fucks others with my blessing. I really enjoy eating another guys load from her pussy. That said, she does not know one of the guys she fucked has fucked me as well. Twice I took his cock bare and let him unload in me. I constantly am thinking about dick in my ass but haven't really made an effort to get any more. It's tough to get away and find a place to play. I prefer other married dudes too. But I suppose it'll get the best of me and I'll soon end up grunting away again as another guy stretches me out.

Part 7 (Corruption in the Basement) Luke had just been fucked raw and bred by Matt as they were now ready to take him into the basement play room. Matt quickly pulled his cock out of Luke's well seeded hole only to be quickly replaced by a butt plug to make sure that nothing would leak out as they moved the action to the play room. Steve went on a head as Luke was helped to his feet and guided inside and down the dark basement stairs. When they hit the bottom of the stair case as their eyes adjusted to the low light provided by a couple black light bulbs and two 42" flat panel TV's. In the middle of the room was Luke's 'home' (so to speak) for the remainder of his corruption. Steve looked at Luke and simply said "GET YOUR NEG ASS IN THAT SLING BITCH!". Matt assisted him in getting situated in the sling just how he knew Steve wanted him with his ass slightly hanging over the edge, his legs spread wide, ankles and wrists restrained to the chains that supported the sling from the basement ceiling. Once Luke was situated his ass was raised slightly to allow for gravity to do its work in not only keeping what ever cum was deposited inside him but to let it move deeper into his colon. Luke never spoke a word as one of the screens began to play Steve's collection of home made porn of previous corruption of innocent, straight kids like Luke Luke was surprised as the video on the second screen began to play as he recognized the room as his studio apartment. There he was on the bed smoking the pipe Matt had given him the night before and stoking his dick. As he watched the scene change to when Matt joined him and began sucking his dick for the first time Steve again spoke to him, "IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY THIS VIDEO WILL BE SENT TO EVERY MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY AND YOU WILL DISAPPEAR FOR EVER. I HAVE A CLIENT WHO WANTS TO PAY ME A LOT OF MONEY FOR YOU. BUT I KNOW I CAN MAKE 10 TIMES AS MUCH WITH YOU WORKING FOR ME. BUT IF YOU DON'T LISTEN, I WILL ACCEPT HIS OFFER, CRATE YOU UP AND SHIP YOU TO HIM NEVER TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR BITCH?" While Steve was telling this to Luke Matt had tied a rubber tube tightly on Luke's bicep and had another slam ready to administer. Although this one was only half the size of Luke's first slam that he had only be given less than 30 minutes earlier, it was enough to fuck the boy up royally. Matt slid the point into Luke's vein as Steve finished his little speech to (their soon to be) whore. They wasted no time in removing the tight tubbing bring Luke into a new euphoric rush as he coughed out and attempted to focus his eyes on his surrounding. Luke could now hear a definite ringing in his ears as he was lost in what he was going to need daily, a nice slam of Tina. It was now Steve's turn to breed the former virgin. He immediately got between Luke's legs, pulled the butt plug out and and slammed his cock in balls deep. Luke was so fucking high by this point the new hard cock entering his seeded ass caused him to begin to moan like a cheap whore. Compared to Matt's cock, Steve had almost a full inch on length but definitely over an inch on girth. Steve was impressed at how nice, tight and warm Luke's as felt. While Steve fucked away at Luke's former virgin ass Matt was able to move to the bound boy's head. The way the sling was configured it was in a way that allowed access to Luke's mouth. It was time to teach the boy to suck cock (and hopefully get him to loose his gag reflex). Matt was still semi-hard (with help from Viagra) and able to give Luke's mouth and throat a good workout as Steve continued to pound away at his ass when suddenly there was a buzz heard. Matt knew it was their guests for the evening and hurried up stairs to let them inside. Steve had invited just about every gay boy on campus he knew to join in the final phase of Luke's corruption, a gang bang of his (soon to be no longer) neg ass. Steve's guests all knew to be on time since no once else would be let inside the house once they were all down in the play room. Matt was pleasantly surprised to see 'Nerd Boy' walking through the door. He remembered how much he enjoyed fucking the kid and now that he knew the joys of getting fucked along with the size of 'Nerd Boy's' cock, he was secretly hoping to be on the receiving end of what he gave a few weeks back. While Matt was taking care of the guests upstairs Steve leaned in and after a nice hard slap to get the moaning Luke's attention he said "FOCUS FAG! I WANT TO BE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU NEXT. WE WILL SOON BE JOINED BY A GROUP OF MY GOOD FRIENDS. THEY ARE HERE TO ASSIST IN YOUR BECOMING MY PROPERTY. THAT'S RIGHT I NOW OWN YOUR ASS AS I DEMONSTRATED WITH THE VIDEO I HAVE. WHAT THAT MEANS IS YOUR ASS WORKS FOR ME AND I WILL RENT IT OUR TO ANYONE WHO HAS THE CASH TO PAY THE PRICE TO HAVE IT FOR THEIR USE." Steve paused to slap Luke once more before continuing, "THE IMPORTANT FACT I WANT TO GET THROUGH THAT DRUGGED UP BRAIN OF YOURS RIGHT NOW IS THAT EVERYONE STANDING AROUND YOU IS HIV+. YOUR PITIFUL PLEA TO MATT WHEN HE FUCKED YOU BY THE POOL TO PUT ON A CONDOM THEN BEGGING HIM NOT TO CUM INSIDE YOU WAS USELESS. HE FILLED YOUR NEG ASS WITH A WEEKS WORTH OF HIS UNMEDICATED POZ CUM THAT I'M SURE HAS ALREADY TAKEN ROOT. TO INSURE YOUR CONVERSION MY FRIENDS HERE WILL ALL ADD THEIR OWN POZ CUM. EACH ONE WILL ASK YOU TO BEG FOR THEIR DIRTY SEED, THEIR CHARGED LOAD, IF YOU WANT TO GET PREGNANT, KNOCKED UP. I EXPECT YOU TO NOT JUST ASK THEM FOR THEIR CUM, BUT TO BEG FOR IT. I WANT TO HEAR YOU START BEGGING ME FOR MY LOAD, BEG ME TO KNOCK YOU UP RIGHT NOW. IF YOU DON'T DO THIS I SWEAR I WILL CUT OFF YOUR BALLS RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" Which Steve accentuated by roughly grabbing Luke's balls with a firm hand and pulled on them hard. Back up on the main floor Matt reminded their guests that although the bound kid in the sling may have looked under age, it was a fact that he was 18 years old as ever one stripped down and stored their clothes in numbers bag which Matt secured inside a locked closet before making their way into the basement playroom. As the group of a men descended the stairs they could already hear Luke saying, "Please Sir, give me your poz seed, I want to get knocked up, I need the gift of your charged load." Steve always made of show of this as all of the guests were now gathered around to watch as he began to long dick the helpless, restrained Luke. Steve was pulling his 8" thick cock completely out of Luke's ass before slamming back in as he was getting ready to breed the bound boy. Luke kept asking to be pozzed as Steve had told him to do. Steve looked down at his brand new whore and yelled out, "READY OR NOT TAKE MY AIDS CUM YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!", as he slammed balls deep inside depositing his own weeks worth of poz cum as his entire body shook from his orgasm. As soon as Steve pulled out one of his friends who were there to join in on Luke's corruption quickly took his place as those in the group began to get high. Some began to hit the numerous pipes laying around as others found fresh points, Tina and sterile water. Matt wanted to get to know 'Nerd Boy' better and when he saw him grab a point, fill it with some Tina he did the same making sure to find the object of his current obsession (besides corrupting Luke). Steve helped Matt learn his tollerance when it came to slamming Tina and still being able to fucntion as a top. He had his prepared point as he found a space next to 'Nerd Boy'. The two made eye contact as they both were getting ready to slam themselves. They paused for the moment so that Matt could learn that 'Nerd Boy's' real name was James and he wasn't the total bottom that Matt was led to believe. Matt let James know that he had been shown the joys of bottoming and was no longer a total top eliciting a smile from his new friend. They shared a quick smile as they tightened rubber tubbing on their bicep and mutually slammed at the same time pulling the tubbing off their arms together. They then enjoyed their mutual rush while hearing Luke continue to ask to be pozzed. The only rule Steve had was that all cum was to go inside Luke's ass. Other then that, everyone was free to explore each other which Matt and James began to do. The only thing James asked was that if he was to fuck and cum inside Luke he couldn't be fucked. That gave Matt an idea and he invited James back to his apartment after the gang bang. James agreed as the guy who had replaced Steve inside Luke howled as he unloaded his cum deep inside the corrupted boy. Luke spent the next day and a half getting seeded multiple times by every guy that was there while Matt made sure to keep him plenty high with repeated slams. He even took a double penetration from Matt and James as they fucked him together. Steve could tell that his friends were ready to head their own way he knew it was time to take his new piece of property on a test run at the rest stop just outside of town. He knew it would be filled with truckers and married men needing a place to unload and he planned to get $20 for each one who wanted to fuck his new whore.

FS Part 3 Inside the tent, it was almost completely dark. I could see a saw horse in the middle of the room, there was nothing else there. “Who’s there” a voice yelled from the darkness. “I got a little treat for you Double D” muscle fucker said, “Come out of the darkness” I was a little shocked when IT, not sure if he was completely human, came into the little bit of light in the tent. IT was short, with arms longer than normal, from head to toe it was covered in an orange fur. I could see it’s dark nipples inside the fur on it’s chest. IT was wearing a loin cloth, which covered it’s cocks and balls. IT waddled a little as it walked further into the room. “Treat huh?” IT said, “what makes you think this could take my two cocks” “Dropped on Donkey with only my toxic load in his ass” Muscle fucker said. “Interesting” IT said, Strip” I followed the order and stood naked in front of muscle fucker and IT “Drop to your knees and get that double dick hard” Muscle fucker said. I hesitated, I was so disgusted by what looked like an orangutan man in front of me, but so turned on about being double dicked. Muscle fucker gave me a push and I fell to my knees just inches away from It. “Wipe the disgust from your mug” muscle fucker order I reached out and untied the loin cloth from each side, care not to pull It’s fur. When the cloth dropped two hanging cocks flopped in front of me, each attached to his body side by side in a mat of orange crotch hair. I placed my face in IT’s crotch and sniffed. The fur smelt burnt, but also smelt like ass. I inhaled deeper. I felt my cock begin to swell from being turned on by the odors from the fur. I lifted the cocks in my hands and opened my mouth wide, taking both heads in. I licked around them tasting cum, piss and ass juice on them. “Fucked some married man earlier then sent him to Donkey” IT said The cocks began to swell and grow as I sucked on them, stretching my mouth wide. I could feel the corners of my mouth begin to feel like they were splitting. I continued to suck on IT’s double cocks. I felt his balls which were almost hidden inside a thick forest of fur. I rolled them in my hand as he began to pump his cocks in and out of my mouth. “Good mouth, hope his hole is the same” “It is, bitches about condoms, but took me and Donkey raw, to late to change now” IT pushed me to the floor, popping his cocks out of my mouth. “Show me your cunt” I flipped over onto my stomach, reached back and spread my checks, exposing my hole which will still holding in the butt plug. “Sorry D, let me pop that out” Muscle fucker said while reaching for the plug. He pulled hard and it popped out, leaving my hole gapping. IT jumped on my back, knocking the wind out of me. As I gasped for air, he rammed his double dick deep into my hole. I couldn’t scream with the little bit of air in me. He started to fuck me as Muscle fucker went to the tent and opened the flap. I could hear gasps of horror from people in the crowd. Muscle fucker started to pull in men, invited them to watch the horror on the ground. Soon there was about a dozen men inside the ten, they formed a circle around us. “See the freak get fucked by the freak!” muscle fucker said. “Don’t be shy, pull out your cocks and stroke as Double D raw fucks the freak and shoots his load deep in his hole” The men started to unzip and pull out their cocks. I heard IT grunt and grunt almost like a pig. His double cocks were fucking me deeper and deeper. “be amazed by the double dicks” muscle fucker said, “pull them out and show the audience” IT did, holding his two dicks in his hands, while there was oohs and aahs from the crowd of pervert onlookers. He drove them back into my ass, with great force again. I could feel his furry nuts slapping my ass I watched the men all around jacking their cocks. “Watch the bug chaser get another toxic load” muscle fucker said. This drove not only the audience into a jerk off frenzy but IT started to fuck harder and faster, as if he fed off the sexual excitement of the men stroking. “Don’t be shy men, cover these freaks in your cum” muscle freak said. I continued to get pounded by It as the first man stepped up and shot his load, it went all over me and IT. The double dicks started pumping faster as more and more men unloaded on us. I had cum dripping from my hair and face. IT slammed into my hole and both dicks shot out a huge cum load deep into my holes mixing with the cum that was already in there. There were only a few men stroking trying to finish before the show was over. “Injected with a high dose of poison” IT proclaimed. That set the last few men off and they stepped forward to shoot their cum on me. IT quickly jumped off of me and disappeared into the darkness. Leaving me on the floor naked covered in cum. “Good show fucker” muscle freak said “Don’t wipe the cum off, put the plug in your hole and get dressed, there is more poz cum in this carnival.” I did what I was told, my hole was sore from the double cocks, I still popped in the butt plug, which was really loose now. Put my shorts on and tucked my shirt in the back of my shorts, opting to go shirtless. As we excited the tent, people started to stare. I felt flushed with embarrassment. One man left his wife’s side, stopped me in the middle of the crowd and said: “want to wear my load” Those around hear him and started laughing, other men offered their loads too. Muscle fucker pulled my arm and dragged me away from the laughter.

I pretty much gave up long ago going to a bathhouse or sex club and sticking my cock in every available pussy. For me, it's about breeding and planting my daddy sperm babies in the boy.

Part IX I drive home in complete panic mode and totally confused by what had happened to me. My ass is still leaking loads of cum and I know my pants are getting soaked through. For some reason, though, I love the feeling. My ass is completely torn up and leaking poz cum like crazy and all I can do is shiver in the knowledge of how good it felt. This is completely crazy to me though and I can't figure it out or make a coherent thought other than ripples of pleasure every time I hit a bump in the road. Lucky for me, this is my wife's girls night out time, so she is already gone and won't be home till late. I pull into the drive and get out of my car and almost back up into the house so no neighbors will see the huge wet spot now forming on the rear of my pants. I can't get in the door fast enough to suit me. Then I basically ran to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes and sat on the toilet to let more cum flow out of me. Damn, it feels like gallons. I then jump in the shower to clean up. As I soap my ass, though, I find my hole is still so open, my fingers slide in easily and I almost cum from the feeling of my own fingers going into me. By the time I am done washing my cock is harder than hell and I find myself beating it as fast and hard as I can. In just a few minutes of this, plus my thinking of what had happened, my cock nearly exploded a bucket of cum all over the shower walls. I clean up some more and get out to towel off and get ready for bed. I know it will be another night of restlessness and little sleep though as I try to figure out what I was doing.

Part VIII I awake with a start and look at my watch and find find I have actually only been asleep a few minutes and only been at the park for maybe two hours. My head is on my first fuckers shoulder and as I start to get fully awake I find that his hard cock is against my ass crack. As I turn my head to look over my shoulder he is looking back at me and his cock slides down lower and is entering my wide open sloppy, cum filled hole again. I can't move away and can only move my ass back at him allowing his cock in deep. In just a few seconds he is pounding my ass mercilessly again. I can only moan my pleasure. He whispers in my ear that he is ready to fill me again and I feel his cock expand and throb. He is filling me full again of his poz cum and my own cock erupts at the same time. I am now fully awake and in full on panic mode, trying to figure out what the hell I am doing. Two days in a row, getting my formerly straight, virgin ass filled with HIV+ cum and I can't seem to stop myself. I jump off the table wide eyed at what I have done. Cum runs out of my ass and down my legs as I grab for my clothes. I then collapse on the bench in total turmoil. I reach down between my legs and lift them and feel the cum loads flowing out of my ruined ass with my fingers. I look and can see it is a lot and has even got some red streaks in it that has to be my own blood and I cannot figure out what to do. The guy has already gotten up and left the tent, leaving me alone. I get dressed and head out of the tent. The many guys there are in full on party mode it seems and drinking and several are fucking on blankets on the ground while others are watching and cheering them on. Looks very festive, but I just head to my car and start for home to try and figure out what I have become and what to do.

Part V ANOTHER CRAZY DAY After being bred BB by several guys I had just met and being pretty drunk and then finding out they all had HIV UNMEDICATED and me being (straight?). I sobered up in a hurry and got the hell out of that park in a hurry. I was totally freaked out as you can get. My ass was starting to burn like hell and tingle at the same time. I had no idea what the hell I had done. Just stop to take a piss and ended up being fucked almost senseless after drinking way too much too fast. My mind just could not get wrapped around it at all. How I made it home is still a mystery too but finally pulled into my driveway. I stopped and just sat in my car for quite a while. Had to get my mind cleared up in a hurry before facing my wife. I was now a good 2 hours late for supper and hadn't called, so I know she was going to be upset. Had to go in though, so I got out of the car and into the house I went. I made up a lame excuse for being late and not calling and told her I wasn't hungry and headed to the shower in a hurry. My mind was still whirling around but got cleaned up somehow. Went down to spend time with wife and watch some TV and then it was time for bed. Don't think I slept a wink all night thinking about what had happened. Next morning came, after what seemed like a week. Got up like normal and had breakfast and coffee and almost felt normal again. Off to work I went. My mind still in turmoil and could not get much done at all. Lunchtime and I just sat in the cafeteria numbly. Back to work and still not thinking straight at all. Then, wham it was time to go home. Had spaced off calling for a doctor appt. and now that office would be closed so decided it would be ok till morning. Headed out for home. As I was getting to the park, again, I noticed that there were some tents set up now. Could see guys playing soccer again, with others standing or sitting and mostly watching. I decided I needed to stop and talk to that first guy I had met before. Had to get some more answers and talk about what I had done and what needed to be done. I pulled into the parking lot and found a space to park. As I got out of the car and headed that way, that guy noticed me and came running to meet me. Before I knew it he had grabbed my hand and shook it in greeting and then gave me a huge hug, too. I told him I needed someone to talk to badly. He noticed my concern and told me to follow him. He headed to a huge tent they had set up to one side and we entered it. They had set up a couple of tables there and looked to be using it as their dining area/storage area. I walked over and sat down at one of the tables and he went to a cooler and grabbed us a couple of cold cans of Coke to drink. Was glad it was pop and not another beer. He then sat right down next to me with one let under the table and the other out, facing me and told me to go ahead. I drank about half my Coke before I could think of what to say and then stammered and could not get out a coherent sentence, really. He told me to calm down and just take my time and tell him all my thoughts about the day before and he would help me get through it. I started by telling him I thought it had been a huge mistake on my part mostly for drinking so much. He just nodded some and told me that probably did help lead up to it. I telling him I really kind of felt ashamed of what I had done and kind of dropped my head down. I found I was looking right between his legs. He had quite short shorts on and apparently nothing else on and I was looking directly at his huge cock that was hanging about halfway out of one leg of his shorts. I tried to look away but found I couldn't take my eyes off of it and started to stammer again. He leaned towards me and patted my leg and told me to calm down and take it easy and start again. It took my a couple of minutes to get my mind focused again and start to explain that he had taken advantage of my drunkenness, too. We were both somewhat at fault and it should not have happened and now I had no idea what to do. I told him this without ever raising my head back up as I could not get my eyes off of his cock. It also seemed to be growing, little by little as I talked, to somewhat semi-hard state now. Why could I not get my eyes off of it and my head up?

Part 3: Once again my arm was tapped as one of the anonymous breeders prepared to infect my ass and veins. In a brief moment of clarity I wondered, “This was only my first night. What would day two be like?” My limp, drugged up and fucked out naked body had been roughly dropped on one of those big luggage carts you see at hotels. Shadow man - my anonymous host, drug benefactor, and pimp daddy laughed as he kicked my ankles, “Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.” I would have said something smart assed if I had been able to, but the drugs still had me held tight in their grip and there was now duct tape over my mouth too. The opaque view of the world through the homemade plastic hood turned to black as shadow man slid the cart cover down over the top, hiding me from view. The rolling coffin rumbled down the hall as shadow man provided commentary, “We’re taking the service elevator down. This is how my homies and folks usually come in and out. I can turn the security cameras off and on and no one knows, plus only me and my boys got the keys, so keeps my shit private.” The service elevator creaked and moaned, whirred and stirred, as we dropped down to the floor where my room was located in the hotel. “Good morning Ma’am” shadow man said to someone as he rolled me down the hall. I could tell someone else was with us from the dangling of the keys on their belt even though they did not speak. A small beep, a click, a door opened, a bump as the cart was pushed over the door sill, the door whooshed closed, then silence until the lights were flicked on, and shadow man and his cohort stepped further into the room. “You sure we good?” the other man asked. Shadow man laughed, “How many fucking times we done this shit now? Trust me man. It’s all good. Now drag that faggedy ass out here, put his finger on the safe, and let’s clean this place out. Remember, don’t fucking leave him alone and your Jersey boy should be here in a minute. Once he’s done hit me on the walkie - then me and the boys will come back and roll him back up and get the setup done.” Still not convinced the other guy questioned, “What about DNA and shit? Shouldn’t we be worried?” Shadow man sighed, clearly frustrated, “Fuck no man. I know this is your first kidnapping and all but man the fuck up! This is a hotel room. You know how little this place gets washed and cleaned and the cops - even if they bother fucking looking and trust me they won’t as our man in the precinct always gets these cases - but even if by chance they did look they will find so much fucking DNA in here it won’t matter. Plus our reports will make it legit and then the bonus is your Jersey boy will use the cell from the bus station in Newark or some shit and you know we got the cab connect all down. Same old plan as always - only this time, he ain’t shipping out quite so fast.” I tried to wrap my head around all I had just heard - or imagined. I was not quite sure because of the drugs and all but it sounded like they were planning to set me up? Kidnap me? I grunted as I rolled off the luggage cart and onto the floor. I still had on the plastic hood, so could not see shit, and got a quick kick in the ribs for my effort. “Now, now, now,” shadow man scolded me as he cuffed me on the head, yanked me up by my arm, walked me forward then pushed me onto the bed. He turned to his associate, “Just make sure only his prints are on the syringes and that way it will prove he was junkied out when shit went down.” The door opened and closed, I was then pressed back against the bed as a burly body straddled me, “Give me that fucking arm. Time to dope you up. My Jersey boy comes through for them raw times and likes limp biscuit bitches to fuck. Here - wrap your fingers around this - don’t fucking fight me! There you go. Good. Good. Ok - get ready to spin out and embrace that good shit. You lucky that pussy is valuable as you sucking up all the good juice boxes.” I flopped back on the bed, high as shit. My face was sweating like hell in my plastic hood. It was so tight I could only wipe at the skin around my mouth and nose where shadow man had cut the X. There were slimy spots too, from nutt, or something. I didn’t really want to know. Yes I did! As the drugs kicked in my horny meter went into the red and I reached down to try to jack my withered dick. Useless. Fucking useless. How frustrating! I don’t get how guys can stand being spun out like this all the time and not even get hard. It was like my whole body was itching on the inside and I had no way to scratch. I couldn’t even fucking jerk off. My pointer sat on the bed and seductively rubbed my thigh, “Sucks huh?” he asked. Just then there was a knock at the door - three fast, then two slow. The door opened, a cloud of smoke filled the room, and a deep voice echoed off the walls, “Show me that boy clit if you want this potent nutt.” I rolled over and reached back to spread my cheeks and whether the next was said to me or my pointer I didn’t know, “This dope dick going to rape that ass good. You know anal raping ain’t cheating right? I can honestly look at my girl and truthfully say I ain’t cheated on her.” To me that seemed like denial, splitting of hairs, semantics, whatever, and then I wondered how I could think so clearly when I had just taken a syringe of some shit? I didn’t have long to ponder that question as the new, anonymous breeder pulled me to the end of the bed, flipped me like a pancake onto my back and lifted my legs up like he was changing a baby diaper, “I plan to take that hole - own it - remodel that house and do a complete tear down, break those walls, then leave it as a claptrap.” He jammed a couple sharp nailed fingers into my asshole, “Damn - that’s some phat gushy pussy. I plan to kill that meth whore hole with my Black Flag roach killer. Disrespect that ass. This that ghost dick - that Certified Pussy Pleaser. I got that young blood dick that digs deep - a big donkey cock and no tapping out til it’s flooded.” As he ranted on about how great he was, my pointer climbed up on the bed behind me, set his balls on my face, then the new guy said, “Hold them legs back and let me hear him gargle on that dick.” My legs were yanked back like a turkey wishbone, and then he said to me, “The only part of me you will feel is my meet in your pussy cum catcher as I wind up and toss you this pitch.” I cried out in pain as that black stallion busted through the gate and took off like he was trying to win the Kentucky Derby. A raw, brutal fuck later I was basking in the afterglow of a vein full of liquid sun and an ass full of liquid BBC juice. Anonymous hands guided me, then rolled me back onto the luggage cart, along with some blankets and other things - luggage? The cart trundled down the hall, the service elevator whirred and stirred, and back up on the 17th floor I was left standing in the middle of the model suite as shadow man roughly fingered my cummy hole. “So here’s how things go,” he explained. “Your room has been emptied out of all your shit a week early. You bill is unpaid. You skipped out during the night after a drug binge or whatever the fuck. Right about now my guys are filing a police report for all the damage to the room - broken furniture, holes in the walls, thousands of dollars of shit along with reports that you assaulted some of the staff with a knife along with threats to do bodily harm. So in addition to being a thief, destruction of property, there’s that whole nasty attempted murder shit too. A warrant will be issued and if you ever show your face, NYPD’s finest will cart you off to Riker’s then send you upstate quicker than the Easter Bunny hides a fucking egg. You understand me? Huh?” The last was emphasized as he grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed and shook hard like I was in the jaws of a pit bull. I was so fucking confused and even though I should have been more freaked about what he had said, all I could focus on was trying to get more dick and more drugs. Shadow man laughed, shoved me onto the couch, tied off my arm, and was tapping a vein as some other hand shoved some powder up my hole that scalded my skin off. “You sure that’s a good idea?” someone asked. My head rolled to the side, my tongue flapped out as shadow man laughed, “Every fucking day I will drive him to the edge of an O.D. and let him hang off the side of that cliff a bit. And well, if the cliff crumbles and he falls, that’s what Doc and these handy Narcan doses and other shit’s for.” Shadow man laid me on the couch so one of my legs was off the front. CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - he hit his pipe, the crack smoke casting a pallid blanket over me. Once the rock kicked in he got on top of me and angled his dick. The pressure and weight of his body felt so good, reassuring, and his big dick in my ass made me feel that was the way I wanted to be all the time. He wrapped his big arm under and around my neck and held me in a grip lock as he began to slowly long stroke my hole. “This is how shit’s going down this week,” he said. “Whether you stay awake or not, you’re being slutted out 24/7. I’m going to keep you high and cock crazed so all you are is my latest hoe flavor.” I must have said, “Huh,” or something and he continued, “Don’t you get it yet? I’m pimping you out. I’ll let ever nicca in the Big Apple that wants some of that hole climb the fuck in it and breed it, infect it, use it, abuse it, tear it up, throw it away. I got dozens of regulars who prefer my discrete one-stop-shop then going to some ABS or trap house where it’s hit or miss, they might be seen, and they can’t get the good dope that I sling so two birds - one stone - or one ass in this case.” I was impressed; this man had a solid business plan and had worked out all the angles. Then as he hit a spot extra deep I remembered, that oh yeah, the whole sex trafficking thing with me as the commodity. Yet, frankly, I felt a relief inside. For the first time in my life I had no inhibitions, did not worry about what some sweater queen might think, didn’t have to wonder if they liked my ass or not. It was all about getting in, getting off, getting high! I listened as shadow man kept thrusting and explaining how things worked, “My man handles the door and takes a slice off the loaf. Here’s your weekly planner: Monday: Today, I got those Wall street types who are coke heads and need their weekly pick up of dope and some raw ass on the side. They will believe whatever the fuck I tell them like you some clean suburban ass, first time in the city, and that they are the first raw dick you ever taken. Most will drop $200 to dump a raw load, which is nothing for them. Their wallets fat, but trust, I only let the big dick fuckers use the asses I line up. I got a special room for them. Oh you’ll probably get 6 or 7 during the morning rush, another dozen at lunch, more at C.O.B., so I expect a quick $6-8k off your ass today.” I had to interrupt him as I started cramping, but shadow man dismissed my pleas with a reference to the “Wall Street grimy freak” who would be there shortly and who pays premium for it super filthy and he would give me another shot to make sure once it kicks in, that would fucking clean me out for days quicker than Draino. With that out of the way, shadow man continued to deep stroke my hole, his dick swelling as he told me how he would pimp me out the rest of the week: “Tuesdays are for the thug homies with that diesel dick who can make it rain. A little dope, smoke, snow, and they get a private hour to use that side snatch. All them niccas be armed and dangerous so you gotta watch your mouth and what you do and fucking play along with any shit they want and they’ll leave that hole so sore you can’t walk. These guys all help move my product on the street and got their own crews. Next up, on Wednesdays we deal with the construction crews who just want some cum dump ass to fill up without hearing a bitch complain. You’ll be tied up with your ass sticking out of a gloryhole - gagged - and you’ll be nothing more than a white fleshlight meat puppet. With them, it’s all about the numbers and the 5-minute nutt and they don’t mind fucking a wet, sloppy pussy after another dude. You’ll get more dick that day than most folks do in a lifetime. A lot of these dudes direct sell for me - easy for them to get places without being seen as no one pays them any mind. Thursday the MOFO big dicked bandit street types will roll in. These guys are real gangbangers and like me, enjoy using a white bitch twitch and going balls to the wall for that extreme R&B - raping and breeding. Remember my buddy who choked you out? He’ll be back and he’s a lightweight compared to some. Ex-cons, sex offenders, repeat offenders, these folks are dudes I served with or that my probie cast my way as part of their ‘rehab’ back into society. They’re my muscle and enforcers on the street - guns and fists for hire and they might roll on you one-on-one or decide to go down some extreme shit path and gang rape you with no fucking limits. Don’t matter none to me as they still pay and I keep them stocked and happy. Friday we got you a repeat with the Legendary Cream Team - my Harlem homies. You held your own with them so we’ll do some double dipping. The homies are just a bunch DL brothas from the hood looking to chill, smoke, and bust a nutt with their power strokes- all bout dat life! YOLO! Saturday - Fuck! Saturday might the nastiest, freakiest, dirtiest shit of all going down - you hear me? You zoning out bitch? Here, I’ll wake you back up - feel that dick tickling your ivory? That’s better, now listen the fuck up. Saturday, I hook up the worst of the worst. All the homeless street hustlers who can’t even get a $5 John to take their bug infested dicks. We got the crack house drug addicts - all veiny and wasted who fill you up with so much fucking disease. In addition to whatever viral gifts they bring, I fence whatever shit they stolen that week so they might be short on cash but always good for some pretty good grabs. Even get the occasional car and shit. I keep their habits fixed - lower cut shit - but for them still better than what they can get and in turn they’re my army of eyes and ears on the street. They might be dirty and raggedy but they need a pussy too and don’t care how busted your hole is, how full of nut, how sick you are from being drugged out, or how much you stink from all those AIDs niccas laying up on you. Fuck, they be adding layers and dirt rings like you a Redwood Tree - coating you in chem sweat and piss, caking your body. Sunday, well Sunday is check out. When you nothing but an infected bag of AIDs and a fucked out whore, I sell you off like a puppy mill and then the next fag pussy comes along, rinse and repeat. I was busy trying to wrap my drug-addled mind around all shadow man had just told me when he squeezed his arm tighter around my neck, “YOU READY FOR THIS BBC NUTT? YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH TWITCH! POZZING THAT WRECKED HOLE GOOD WITH THIS ANONYMOUS DICK. YOU WILL NEVER - EVER - FUCKING SEE MY FACE BUT YOU WILL FEEL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN. YOU WONT SEE ANY OF THEIR FACES - HUNDREDS OF MEN WILL FUCKING USE THAT ASS AND NOT A SINGLE FUCKING ONE WILL BE SEEN BY THOSE FAG PUSSY EYES. GOOD THING YOU KNOW HOW TO OBEY - OTHERWISE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO SEW THOSE PEEPERS SHUT. BEG FOR THIS NUTT - BEG FOR THIS POZ DICK - BEG FOR ME TO BREED YOU WITH AIDS CUM!! Hot pimp daddy nutt swam up my man womb, buried themselves deep, like only true POZ BBC cum can. Once he had finished, shadow man climbed off me and then told me to hold still as he jammed a needle roughly into my arm. “This shit will make you cramp up like you just got kicked by a donkey. Hold it until the Wall Street guy sticks his dick in your ass then go for it. I’m going to walk you into the hot tub. He’ll slam his dick in and fuck you senseless and let loose. He likes it as nasty as you can make it so no holding back.” Yeah, no worries on that front. A while later I was being showered down and cleaned off as the first Wall Street guy had gotten all he wanted and bred me good. I didn’t know if he was black, white, or what, but he had a monster dick and was a freak, so as the water ran down the plastic hood like a thunderstorm hitting roof tiles I moaned - eager to get my ass filled back up. Once I was clean, shadow man toweled me dry, sprayed some Axe or some shit on me, then had his buddy place his hands over my eyes as he sliced the plastic hood off. He quickly wiped my head down with a wet towel, then blow dryed it, then covered it right back up with a real leather hood - one that had holes for my nose, mouth, and ears, and a big fucking padlock at the back of the neck like I was a Public Storage Unit. CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - the hot pipe smoke filled my lungs, hit after hit - then a needle burned into my veins and filled me up. “You ready to be a slut?” shadow man asked, “Ready for that hole to be used by every part of NYC society and filled with so much cum you won’t need to eat for a month?” I could only moan in agreement as the drugs kicked in and my ass craved some more dick. Today was Monday and I couldn’t wait for the rest of the week! (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Kind of three phases to my fuck life.....and very different "exposures" 35 years of barebacking and nothing 2 years of PrEP and gono twice and syph once 6 weeks of no PrEP and HIV+, Gono

9. Cal "One more load for my boy," Jon said. Deep inside my body, I could feel the spurts of poz cum shooting into me. Jon's orgasms were usually energetic and forceful; I could feel each spurt land in my hole. I thought of them as bullets, each one carrying a deadly payload. Of course, it no longer affected me, but in the early days, before I had converted, the analogy was much more salient. "Fuck, that's hot," Seth said. His eyes were darting back and forth between JP, Jon and myself. He was taking in the entire scene and did not want to miss the smallest detail. His cock was hard, a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I reached out and grabbed his dick. "You want another load?" I asked. "Of course," he said. Jon pressed his dick into me one last time. There was a gentle spurt from his dickhead, but I knew it was the last one for now. What I had gotten was enough. It had soothed the itch I had, and I could concentrate on more important things, like breeding Seth's tight hole. "I'm spent," Jon said. He slowly pulled his dick out of me, pushing it in every once in a while, just enough to work his load into me. My own dick was twitching, as I felt the toxic load he had just deposited into me get absorbed. I needed to pass this precious virus on to Seth and make him part of our extended poz family. "Old man," JP said, wrapping an arm around Jon. "Come on. Let's get a drink and recharge while these boys play." He emphasized "recharge." Seth had entered a den of vipers, and all three of us were eager to give him our venom. I got up from the bed and found Seth. He wrapped an arm around me as we started to kiss. "You want a load?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "I want one from you now." "That's what I wanted to hear," I said. "You boys have fun," Jon said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "That's a lot of things we can do," I replied. The two older men got off the bed, and started to kiss each other. I knew both of them far too well, and knew that they were good for several more loads tonight. Their excuse of a drink was far more likely to do a line or two in the kitchen or something even more nefarious. "But I think Seth wants to stick with the old standards." "Fucking like horny weasels in heat?" JP asked. "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Feels so damn good to have your cum in me." His cock was pressed against my body. It was stiff and hard, straining for relief. When Jon and JP were first fucking me, they would never let me cum until they had unloaded every drop from their balls into me. It was hard to say no to their dicks when it was the only way I would get off. We were not going to treat Seth any differently. I reached around Seth's body, finding his muscular ass and pushing my fingers between his cheeks. His hole was wet, a bit of cum dripping out of it. "Sloppy hole," I said. "Fucking hot." "Three men fucked me tonight," he said. "Three hot men. Fucked me raw." "And one of them is going to fuck you again," I said. My cock was also pressing against his body, eager to get back into that hot hole, eager to spread its potent semen. "Pound that hole and work those loads into you." "Seems like you boys have everything under control," Jon said. "We'll do what comes naturally," I said. The two men leaned in and kissed us one last time, before heading into the kitchen. "We're alone now." "I know," Seth said. I traced out the edges of his hole with a finger, eliciting a soft moan from him. "How old are you," he finally managed to ask. "How old do you think I am?" "I don't know. Twenties?" "Good guess," I said. "I'm 25. And you?" "18," Seth said. "The young one," I replied. "What do you think of Jon? JP?" "Fucking hot. And their cocks are huge." "Not to mention their loads." "How long have you known them?" I had to think for a moment. I had been in Jon's class in the fall of my sophomore year, and finally had the courage to approach him in the winter. That had been what, six years ago. I had been living with Jon and JP for nearly five of those years. "Six years?" I said, still not entirely sure of my math. "And you've been," he started, but then trailed off. "You know." "Letting them fuck me raw?" "Yeah," he said. "I mean." He was beating around the bush. He wanted to know how I became poz. But I wasn't ready to make it easy for him just quite yet. "No. It's ok." I kissed him again, even as I continued to play with his hole. It was still warm and wet, and my finger disappeared into it easily. Seth was ready to be bred, and I was the man who was going to do it. "But first, let's get in a better position." "How do you want me?" "On you back. Legs on my shoulders." "Your cock in my hole?" "Of course. Raw cock." Before he could answer, I stick my tongue back into his mouth. We kissed deeply, then I pushed him hard away from me. He tumbled back, landing on his back, his head perfectly hitting the pillows. Almost by instinct he spread his legs and exposed most secret and sensitive part of his body to me. His hole was wet, glistening in the light from the multiple loads slowly dripping out of him. "Fuck me, Cal," he said. "Pound that raw cock in my hole." I positioned myself between his legs. He grabbed his thick thighs and hoisted them onto my shoulders. Unplanned, but completely naturally, he shifted his body just enough such that my cock was just barely pressing against his hole. "Breed me," he said. "Please?" Seth's hunger was all too familiar to me. I was not ashamed to admit that I had been there myself. Many times, in fact. There was only one thing that could satisfy that craving, and it was my privilege to be able to do that. "Of course," I said. I pushed my hip upward slightly. The tiny movement was all that was needed; my dick head slid into Seth's hole and was quickly followed by nearly an inch of my shaft. "Oh my god," he grunted. "You're inside of me." "I know. It feels amazing. You want it all?" "Do you have even to ask?" Seth said. "Every fucking inch of your shaft. Every fucking drop from your balls. Give it to me." I pushed forward. He had given me permission and there was no reason for me to wait any longer. I thrust my way in and his hole enveloped me. My dickhead was practically swimming through the pools of spooge that had accumulated in the depths of his hole. Not only had he allowed me inside of him without even a thin rubber, he had given me permission to cum in his hole. He knew I was poz, but had no idea just how powerful my semen was right then. "This is what I wanted," I said. "You and me. Fucking." "It's nice, isn't it?" Seth asked. I leaned in and he craned his head up. Our lips met, softly at first and then harder. I pressed my body against his, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the hardness of his muscles. "Really nice," he said, in a pause between our deep kisses. I loved Jon. I loved JP. I couldn't imagine a life without them in my life. But they were at least twenty years my senior, at a very different point in their lives. Seth was far closer to my age and still had the exuberance of youth that I sometimes missed with my two Daddies. "You're fun," I said. "Like a little bro. That I can fuck." "Yeah, big bro?" Seth said. The way he said "big bro" made me want to cum in him that very minute. "You wanna fuck my tight hole. Pound that cum into me?" Breed me before Daddy comes back?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "So damn hot." I leaned in and kissed him again. "I'm glad you came this weekend," I said. "Me too," Seth replied. "Glad that we have a chance to play together." We took another deep kiss, which lead to my dick dribbling a bit more pre-cum into Seth's already loaded hole. I was familiar with the urge to spread my seed and breed every available hole. But this was more complex than the visceral, animal breeding instinct. This was far closer to what I felt when I was inside Jon or JP. I forced myself to remember that Seth was just a plaything for the weekend. Perhaps he would last longer, but there had been many like him. Boys and men that we had recruited to seed, keeping them just long enough for them to get our gift. Seth would be no different. "I want to cum inside you again," I finally said. Nothing about emotions. Just about intentions and actions. "I want you to cum in me too," Seth said. This time, he initiated the kiss. Just as we had intended, Seth was enjoying every second. His dick was hard, pressed between our bodies, and his hole was warm and wet. "You're, uh," he began, then stumbled. I kissed him again. "You can ask me anything. I'll answer the best I can." "You're, uh, poz, right? Jon told me." "Yeah, I am. Nearly six years now." "Do you know? Like, how you got it?" "Yeah. Bareback fucking." I pushed my dick into Seth's body. The tender, soft skin of his ass caressed my dickhead, massaging it. There was nothing protecting the two of us from the dangers that I carried so proudly. "Do you know who?" "Yeah," I said. It wasn't entirely true. There had been so many men those frantic weeks, more than I could ever keep track of sober, much less as high, stoned, and tweaked as I was during that time. But there had been two men that had been there the entire time. The two that held me as I shook in helpless fear at what I had done. The two that celebrated when I reached a new milestone in being fucked. The two that were my daddies in so many ways. They were the two that I fell in love with. "Who?" Seth asked. "Jon. JP." "Wait. But you knew." "Yeah, I knew." It seemed so long ago now. Being poz was now an essential part of who I was. It was hard to remember what it was like back then, when it was all so very new and simultaneously scary and exciting. "But." Seth stumbled. He had a lot of questions, and didn't know how to ask them. "But," he started again. I decided to help him out. "You've heard of bug chasers?" He nodded. "Back then, I was a bugchaser." He pulled me closer to him, and kissed me again. "I was too scared." "I was too. And there wasn't PrEP. But I wanted to bareback. And I really wanted to bareback with Jon. And, later, JP. But Jon." Those weeks were crazy. I would meet Jon every afternoon from school and go home with him. He and JP would fuck me at least once. Sometimes their friends would come over. On weekends, we would party the entire weekend. Most of it had been captured on tape. Some had made it to a movie, but more of it had to be surreptitiously released. Like cold-war samizdat, illegal content shared among a small circle of like-minded men. "And now?" Seth asked. "Any regrets?" "Only that I didn't do it earlier." "Why?" Seth asked. The few years that separated us were significant; I had matured so much in that time and understood so much more about myself and how I wanted to live my life. "It got me Jon. It got me JP. It meant I could have sex with them. Sex without fear. It meant I could do what I wanted." I kissed him again, and pushed my dick deeper into him. "How did you meet him?" Seth asked. "Jon, I mean." "Heh. I had him for a class. And then I found one of his films. I wasn't sure. Until I ran into him at the gym, and saw his tattoos." "Films? He's been in movies?" "Yeah. We've all been in porn now." "Which ones?" "I'm not sure they even have names." I was lying. I knew exactly what they were called. The first one was called "Cal Jones Joins the Club." The next one was "Toxic Waste II." But there was time later to talk about the movies. About the partying I had done. About the men I had helped to infect. Right now, the important thing was Seth. He needed another load injected in him. I was now fully engaged in Seth's breeding. I knew exactly what Jon and JP had planned for him, and I would do nothing to stop it. More than that, I would even actively assist them in the process. I wanted Seth to join our exclusive club. My cock was balls-deep inside of him, ready to explode, although the effects of that explosion would take a long time to manifest themselves. "But enough about that. Let's talk about better things. Like how wet your hole is." "And how good you cock feels inside it." "And how I want to cum in you." "Do it, man. Cum in me." He squeezed his ass around my shaft. The loads already in him squished around my dick, lubricating it. I pulled out, then pushed back in. He was warm and welcoming, allowing me to slide my cock all the way into his body. "Fuck man, that feels good." "Me inside you?" I asked. "Yeah. You on top of me. You skin against mine." "It feels good. To be next to you. To be in you." My cock was dripping now. The conversation had veered back and forth ever since I first slid into him, and now it was back to the personal and intimate. "My cock inside of you." "You poz cock," he said. My dick dripped pre-cum into his hole. "It's crazy," he said. I nodded, wanting him to go on. "I feel safe with a poz man fucking me. Fucking me bareback." "It's a good feeling, isn't it," I said. "To be able to have sex the way men are supposed it. To be able to share our fluids. And not have to be afraid." "Yeah," Seth said. "It's really good." "Think you will ever go back?" "Back? To rubbers?" Seth laughed. "Not a chance. I'm going to throw out all my condoms when I get home." "Good boy," I said. I leaned in and kissed him. It was a long kiss, long enough that we had to stop for a breath in the middle of it. It was the kiss of men who had found what they needed, with the languid pacing that was easy after the first load had been shot. We didn't have to rush to get relief. We could enjoy all the sensations and all the pleasures. I had fucked many boys in my life, both with a condom and without. Of course, I felt closer to the men I fucked raw. It was hard to know a man through any sort of rubber shield. But even raw, Seth felt different. He felt exciting and new, yet also familiar and calming. It reminded me a bit of the first times that Jon let me fuck him. It had been the same weekend he had first fucked me raw. From the way Seth kissed me back, it was clear I wasn't the only one that was feeling this. "Is it always like this?" Seth finally asked. "Barebacking?" I asked. "Yeah." "Not always. But sometimes." "I want your cum in me so badly," Seth said. "I want JP's cum in me." I noticed that the two men he wanted had the highest viral load. "I want Jon in me." The one member of our family who was stubbornly sticking to his meds was the one Seth put last. Even if Seth didn't yet know what he needed, his sub-conscious mind definitely knew. "We're here. Here to fuck you and here to breed you," I said. I pressed my tongue back into the young man, keeping him from talking any more. It also kept me from saying anything further. When I first pushed my dick into him, I knew exactly what I was doing. Even though that was only a few hours ago, it seemed closer to an eternity ago. Since then, my family had deposited several more loads of cum into him, and I was getting ready to add my second load. What was once a controlled, orderly breeding was spinning out of control. I wasn't sure what I would say if I said anything more; I worried I would make promises I would never be able to keep. "I want to cum in you," I finally said, as we stopped kissing. It had the advantage that it was completely true, and exactly what he wanted. "I want that. I want you to cum in me a lot. And I want JP and Jon to cum in me as well." From behind me, I heard JP speak. "We want that as well." I turned my head, and saw my two lovers standing at the foot of the bed. They were naked, dicks semi-hard. They each held a glass of amber whisky, and Jon had Seth's overnight bag in his other hand. "Continue," JP said. "The boy needs a load." "You know it," Seth said. I pushed my dick deeper into Seth, as the two men disappeared into the bathroom. I couldn't decide what I wanted more: to be able to fuck this amazing piece of ass all night, or to dump another dirty load into the young man. "Come on. Give it to me. You know I want it. I want it from you." I was still a bit stoned, and in my drug-fogged, sex-crazed state, it was hard for me to tell if Seth was talking about my load or my virus. "I want to give it to you," I said. I slammed my cock into him, and then kissed him deeply. "Oh god," Seth managed to moan. His body was shaking with pleasure, happy to be exactly where he was, getting my cock deep in his hole. I wondered what he would be like with a bit of tina in him. I wondered if he would turn into a complete slut, taking loads from almost any man he could find. The thought brought back the familiar hunger. I wanted a shard of crystal up my ass, the glass pipe against my lips, and the drugged-up, sexual darkness taking over my soul. "Oh yes," I grunted in response. My cock was still leaking pre-cum into Seth. The young man deserved my cum more than nearly any boy I had yet met. He deserved all of it: my soothing semen, the eager sperm, and the deadly virus. "You want my load?" "Hell yeah," Seth moaned. It was a loud moan. Even in the bathroom, Jon and JP could have heard it clearly. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon called out. They had heard Seth's thundering moan. "Give him what he needs." "Right on," I said, loudly enough for Jon to hear me. Then, more quietly, just for Seth to hear, I continued. "You want it, hot man? You want my load, little bro?" "Please, big bro. Fuck my hole. Breed your lil bro." Something about the way he called me "bro" made my dick twitch. I slammed it in. The indecision, between fucking him all night or breeding him immediately, had disappeared. I needed to breed Seth, and Seth needed to be bred. "Give me your load," he said. "Oh yeah, little bro," I said. "You're gonna get my load. Every single drop." I punctuated each word with another deep thrust into Seth's body. My dick was starting to tingle and my balls were getting tight. I recognized the signs. I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. "Get that load deep into you." "Please man. You know I want it. I fucking need it." "Oh fuck," I grunted. I was no longer in conscious control of my actions. My dick had taken over, and it only cared about its own pleasure. It was impossible for me to worry about anything else, least of all Seth's safety. "Oh fuck," I grunted again, my dick now throbbing. "Take it," I moaned, as the first spurt of cum worked its way down my shaft and into Seth's hungry hole. As my sperm hit Seth's hole, I could feel the boy relax underneath me. He had gotten what he had been wanting so badly, and for a few minutes, his cum-lust was satisfied. From my own experience, I knew how short this moment of peace and happiness would be. It would be only a few minutes before he grew used to my load inside of him, and he would need more semen to placate his limitless needs. "Oh god man, fill me up," he said. "As much as you want, bro," I said. I wanted him to grow accustomed to my poz sperm and to crave it just as much as I was craving his neg hole. This was a slow process, and he wasn't quite ready to embrace the full depth of his new-found desires. As much as I wanted, it was not yet the time to remind him of the virus I was injecting into his body. "Every single drop I can give you," I continued, as another spurt shot into his healthy, innocent body. I hadn't tried to keep my voice down, and my two men in the bathroom had heard me cumming in Seth. "That's my boy," Jon said. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm." Seth might know what Jon was alluding to, but it didn't matter. Like me, he was only thinking about one thing: how good his hole felt when a man was breeding him. "Give him your babies," Jon called out. Another spurt shot out of my dick and into Seth's guts. "Damn, that feels so good," Seth said. He tried to reach down for his cock, but I grabbed his hand. "You'll get your chance," I said. I put his hand behind his head and kept my hand on his wrist. "Just enjoy getting your ass filled with cream." There was another spurt, and Seth writhed around my shaft. "Totally filled with our sperm," I repeated myself. Seth was milking me now, trying to get every drop of out my balls. It was working, and there was another surge, ending with more cum being added to Seth's collection. "Thank you man. This is exactly what I needed." "Getting your ass filled with a real man's load?" "Yeah," Seth said. He grabbed me and pulled me close. "I'm glad you came in me," he continued. He paused long enough to give me a kiss. "I'm glad all of you came in me." "Me too," I said. "I'm glad you're becoming part of our family." I kissed him again. This time it was deeper and longer. I got lost in making out, and didn't hear the two older men emerge from the bathroom. "You take care of the boy, boy?" JP asked. I turned around as best I could, my dick still embedded deep in Seth's hole. It was still enough to see Jon and JP watching us. They had put on bathrobes, but they draped open, exposing their hard dicks. "Yeah," Seth said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. "But, when is it my turn?" he was as stiff as ever. He would need relief tonight or he would never be able to sleep. "Your turn boy?" Jon asked. "Your turn?" he asked again, the incredulity dripping from his voice. "What makes you think it's your turn?" -- (4025 -> 4525*) His cock was still buried in my hole. It made me feel safe, to have him inside me and his body so close to mine. It was strange to think that I felt safe when an HIV-positive man was inside of me, especially when he was not wearing a condom. But it was now possible. Sex, even bareback sex, could be safe again

This is a true story that happened to me about six years ago. I had just recently discovered hooking up with Craigslist, and on one Saturday afternoon when looking through the CL M4M category, I found an intriguing ad which was advertising for a 35 year old, straight, Hispanic guy who wanted to get sucked off. He said he didn't reciprocate, but was horny and just needed to get blown. Well.... that's just the type of thing I enjoy doing. I love to service straight guys. So I sent a reply to his ad, along with a few pics of me sucking cocks. Within about ten minutes I had received a reply from him. We shared a couple of emails and he attached a few pics of his beautiful, uncut Latin cock. He finally sent me his cell number, the address to his condo as well as the code to the security gate. He was about ten miles away. I told him I was going to take a quick shower and I'd call him when I was on my way. I guess because of my boy scout training, I always like to "Be Prepared" when I get into a sexual encounter. While we had only discussed me giving him a blowjob, I decided to douche, then shower, so I'd be cleaned out, just in case he wanted to fuck me. You never know, after all, where these quick encounters might lead. I called him to let him know that I was on the road and would be there in about 20 minutes, and he responded telling me where the guest parking stalls were, and also mentioned his door would be unlocked, that I should just come into the building, walk up the staircase and I'd find him in his living room jacking off to porn. The idea of just walking into a stranger's home was both exciting and frightening to me. As I continued on my drive to his condo, I kept thinking....Is this going to be safe? What am I getting myself into? I nearly chickened out. But I was also so horny and intrigued by the thought of walking into a stranger's condo and blowing him. I just couldn't stop myself from continuing the drive to his place. I arrived at the condo complex, punched in the code and the gate opened. I quickly found his building, parked and walked to his unit. True to his word, the door was unlocked. I pushed open the door to find a small entry landing, with six or seven pairs of shoes and flip flops strewn across the floor. The condo unit itself was up the staircase, over the garages which were on the ground floor. I slowly began to climb the stairs. I could hear the sounds of straight porn coming from the TV set on the second level. As I neared the top of the stairs, I could also hear the soft whispers and muffled laughter of several male voices. I stopped in my tracks to listen for more. The whispers and muffled laughter didn't sound like it was coming from the porn movie. Were there others there? My heart began to pound as I wondered if I was being set up? Were these straight guys who were luring gay guys here to beat them up? I was now on the top stair and I cautiously looked around the wall to see who was in the living room. As I peeked around the corner I could see five Latino guys sitting on the sofa and love seat, all of whom had unzipped, each with his hard cock in hand, stoking as he watched the straight porn on the large screen TV in front of them. I stood there frozen in fear. But the sight of those straight guys stroking was also a huge turn on. My heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt. Just then one of the guys saw me peeking around the corner. "Come on in", he said. "I think I'm going to go", I muttered and I turned to head back down the stairs. Should I run? Had I gotten myself into a dangerous situation here? I started back down the staircase as I heard him yell, "No! Wait! Don't you want this cock?" I turned to see this handsome guy standing at the top of the stairs. His rock hard cock in his hand. "It's ok. My buddies just stopped over for some beers. I didn't know they were coming. But, they'd love blow jobs too, if you want to suck them off? How 'bout it? Really, it's okay." I was about half way down the stairs, but I slowly began to climb back up them again. All the time wondering, am I getting myself into trouble here? I followed the guy back to the sofas as they all watched me. "I guess I should introduce you to the guys you'll be sucking" he said, as they all chuckled. "I'm Raul. My buddies are Hector, Carlos, Joseph and Roberto". The guys each nodded and smiled as his name was called. Then their eyes all went back to the cunt on the TV screen who was getting her pussy pounded. "Wanna start with me?" Raul asked. I took my bottle of poppers from my pocket and moved to where Raul was sitting, knelt down in front of him and took his seven inch uncut dick in my mouth and began to suck on his foreskin. Raul was obviously enjoying the attention I was giving his foreskin. Then my lips pushed the foreskin back, exposing his cockhead. I sucked on the head and licked the large frenulum on the underside of his cockhead. I flicked it with my tongue. He must have been stroking for awhile. I could taste the sweet drops of precum that were coming from his piss slit. I sucked his cock to the back of my throat and slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Hector, who was sitting next to Raul begin to remove his pants. He pulled his legs out of his pants and kicked this pants out of the way. Then saw him remove his underbriefs and throw them over by his pants. His large cock was in his hand, slowly stroking it. "Go ahead. Suck on Hector's cock", Raul said. I came up off of Raul's dick and scooted over a few feet to Hector. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. His cock was about 6", also uncut, and slender. It was an easy shape and size to take all the way to the back of my throat. I deep throated his cock. Even able to lick part of his balls as his cockhead was buried deep down my throat. Raul slid close to Hector. I started going back and forth sucking each of those hot Latino guys. Then I discovered Roberto standing next to Hector. Roberto had stripped naked and his cock was sticking straight out. I turned to Roberto and took his cock into my mouth. Roberto grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock to the back of my throat. He was rough and aggressive. He had about 5''s. But it was beer can thick. I had a hard time opening my throat wide enough to take his thickness. But he continued to slam into my throat. Behind Roberto, I could see Joseph and Carlos stripping out of their levis and briefs. Piles of clothes were strewn around the room. Raul reached under my arms and pulled me to my feet. "Get naked", he barked. I unbuckled my pants and removed them. I slid my briefs to the floor and stepped out of them. Kicking them to the side. Then Raul pulled my tee-shirt up and over my head. Everyone else was stripping off their shirts until all 6 of us were standing there naked. "Follow me", Raul said as we all followed him into his bedroom. A large king size bed filled the room. 2 of the guys sat on the edge of the bed and I again dropped to my knees and began to suck them both. Then Raul again grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up. "Eat my ass, faggot", he barked. As he knelt on the edge of the bed, his ass in the air. I moved behind him and leaned down. I spread his ass and licked his hole. He moaned in pleasure and I slid my tongue up inside him. As I was bent over, eating Raul's ass, I felt a finger on my own asshole. It rubbed the outside of my hole, then I felt a finger slide up inside me. I was going to get fucked. But I had no idea who's finger was exploring my hole? I heard someone spit. Then felt the wet finger slide that saliva up inside me. A few more sounds of spitting and more saliva in my ass. Then I felt the head of a cock being pressed to my hole. I still had my bottle of poppers in my hand. I came up off of Raul's ass to take a couple of sniffs of poppers. While I was breathing in the poppers, I turned to see that Roberto was the one lubing up my ass with his spit. Then I bent forward again, licking and eating Raul's ass as I felt Roberto's cock sliding up inside me. "Ahhhh, FUCK..!!!" I heard Roberto moan as he slid all the way inside me in one quick thrust. "What a nice, soft, tight pussy", he said as he began to slowly fuck me. And as I continued to eat Raul's asshole. After a couple of minutes of fucking, Roberto's cock slid out of me, quickly replaced by another cock. Hard, deep pounding continued. At this point, it all became a blur. For well over a half an hour, cocks were continually being shoved into my face to suck. Assholes were pressed to my face to lick. A steady stream of cocks rotated in and out of my mouth and ass. That afternoon I ended up taking 3 loads in my ass. One load down my throat. And the last guy shot his load all over my face as he jacked off on me. As I was dressing and wiping the cum from my goatee, Raul said, "Well, you've got my email and phone number. Let me know if you want to service us another time. You can be our pussy anytime you want. Just let me know". By the time I was walking down the stairs, back to my car, all the guys had dressed and were back on the sofa's, beers in hand, watching the slut on the TV doing just as I had been doing to all of them. Sucking their cocks, eating their asses and taking their dicks in my holes. I did call Raul a couple of times on Saturday afternoons. We had a couple of replays. It was always hot. But the excitement of that first time could never be topped. I did enjoy being used by those str8 guys as just their cum receptacle. I'll do that for any str8 guy.

My original fuck buddies told me I should go back to a room, and just leave the door open. That sounded good to me. I paused at the exit of the maze when I saw a black man with a huge cock. I knelt down and sucked his cock for a second. I stood up and invited him to follow me. Back in my room I walked to the bed and assumed the position on my hands and knees. The black guy followed me in, and I told him to keep the door open. He was semi-hard, so I started sucking him. He had a bottle of poppers, and he offered me some. After a deep snort, I went to work getting him hard so he could fuck me. As his cock came alive in my mouth, I knew that I had found something special. After a couple of minutes of sucking, I pulled him out of my mouth and looked at his cock. It was huge. It was definitely the biggest cock I have ever seen in person - truly porn-quality dick. It was at least 10" long and thick as hell. It was perfectly straight and symmetrical. I asked him if I could ride it. He lay down on my bed and I straddled him. I made sure I was facing the door. There were 4 guys watching. As his cockhead entered my sphincter, I moaned. He was as hard as a rock. I hit the poppers, and sank as far down as I could on his cock. Slowly, I settled him further and further into my ass. He must have known the power of his cock, because he stayed perfectly still as I adjusted to this massive anal intrusion. Finally I had him all in my ass. It felt like his cock was running though my whole body. I started to rock back and forth. I swear I could feel every twitch, every vein, every millimeter of his dick. I asked the guys at the door what they were waiting for. I started sucking their cocks. Several were too excited to last very long. I swallowed three mouth loads; my head was spinning with lust being fucked by this giant black cock felt so well. Eventually my black top got tired of being underneath. He fucked me in every position possible. The crowd outside the door kept growing with guys stroking their cocks and watching me take this huge cock. Just then the stud was ready to cum. With a final plunge, he erupted in my ass. I felt 3 or 4 strong spurts in my ass, then a huge puddle of warmth deep in my ass. It was the most intense sexual encounter I have ever had. As he pulled his cock out of me, I felt a bunch of cum running out of my ass. My original fuck-buddies pushed to the front of the crowd. They had four guys with them. All had nice cocks. My friends gave me a gelatin capsule and told me to take it. I found out later that it contained more tina. "I want to take every cock that wants my ass," I announced to the crowd. That was all it took. Word must have gone out that I was fucking all cummers. I got fucked for hours. One of the best tops was an ugly, overweight, older man. He had the second biggest cock I had ever seen, and he was uncut. One of the guys in the room made a remark about even the troll was going to get some. I asked that guy to leave, and the "troll" fucked me for a long, long time. I made sure to beg him and every other guy for their cum. Eventually, everyone must have fucked me, because the crowd thinned and eventually I was left with my two original fuck buddies. I told them that I was having a great time, but the time on my room was almost up. They asked if I wanted to come home with them, so we could do it all again tomorrow. When was I going to get a better offer than that?

My erection comes and goes while I am taking cock. I never pay any attention to it unless the top brings it up. I have had top guys want me to cum, so they can feel me spasming around their hard cock.

crabs 3 times (once from my allegedly monogamous ex-life partner); viral meningitis once and hepatitis once - not hep C. I don't have anything sexually-transmitted now.